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A Week of Small Things

The pandemic has been hard on our youngest. What twenty-something would want to be spending all of his time with his parents?

His work hours are from noon until 8:00pm. We took him on a drive last week to see the ocean.

 

Spending a bit of time between the vastness of the sea and the sky did him some good.


The sky that night looked like the painted done of an Italian church.






 
We took our son on another after-work drive this week. This time we drove north to one of the Hudson River towns.


 





By the time we had gotten to our destination, the sun had set.



We bought ice cream and looked at the river.


We watched ducks swim in the darkness.








We admired the new bridge and stayed until the biting bugs drove us back into the car.


Then we went home.


Comments

  1. Sue in MNJuly 25, 2020 at 2:16 PM

    Wow - Yes, it is tough on the younger people. I'm glad to see you have figured out something to do with your son. My 4-year-old grandson, a great fan of 'ventures, asks to go "anywhere" multiple times every day. Yesterday I was wrangling him and his brother while Mom had an on-line meeting, and we made a pretend car and traveled to the zoo, a playground, the train yard, and a giant sandbox. At the end of the morning, we promised a "real adventure" on Monday, to the local nature center, to examine the bugs and hike the paths - an d probably end with a little picnic lunch. We figured out that he can handle 2-3 days of anticipation before each trip and it gives Mom and Dad a bit of good news to remind him of. My niece, whose 3 preteen boys are normally home-schooled and accustomed to being together, were getting depressed and she couldn't get them motivated. Then the local school district began offering take-away bag lunches to all within their boundary. So every morning she sends the 3 of them on a bike ride to pick up their lunches, and find something interesting to share when they get home. At least something to get them moving each weekday, and it really helped their budget when my nephew's pay was cut.

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  2. Sarah JacobsJuly 27, 2020 at 7:09 PM

    We have all found ways of coping. Stay safe Sue.

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