We left home on Tuesday morning, for an almost impromptu trip to Denver and a late summer visit to Xander and his parents. This was a trip we were pretty sure we wouldn't be able to make, but Master's shoulder has progressed so well and so easily that the idea of a trip to Denver blossomed in His mind just a few weeks ago.
He and I made the drive, over two long days, in my new little Hyundai Accent -- and it turns out to be a great road trip car. We've gotten pretty good at driving long distances; carrying our own food, and making sure that we have plenty to drink along the way. We know, for this trip, where to stay and where to stop for a "real" meal. We know which rest areas are "nice" and which are less than spectacular. We do pretty well for the first 1000 miles, and then there are those last 200 when we both seem to hit a wall. That last bit is a real slog.
T didn't have enough time off to make the drive with us, so she is boarding a plane this afternoon, and we will be fetching her from the airport at about 5 this evening. She'll spend a couple of days with us here, and then we'll put her back on a plane on Sunday morning -- and begin the drive back east. That works.
When we get back home, I'll have just one day to wash up the laundry and sweep out the dust and get ready to plunge back into the school year. I am torn -- looking forward to a new start and new, fresh kids to love and teach and laugh with... but reluctant to cut short the healing time of this summer with Master. These long, slow, warm and humid days have been a balm for us, and it feels like we may be coming into an easier time with each other. I think that is true and real, and I am sad that we'll lose the time we've been given. And, yes, I do know that sooner or later, He and I have to learn to live well inside of the lives that we have -- and that includes my teaching work. Mixed feelings seem to just be the thing that life is built from.