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The season is changing. Shorter days. Cool mornings. Summer is fading way making way for fall’s bounties. The heat lovers and sun worshippers feel this change with sadness, but not me.
Roxy is getting used to living with us and is starting to show her true personality. She barks when she wants her breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her barks start half an hour before meal times and continue until she chows down.
As my family of 4 traversed across the country from Eastern WA through Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky we were on a mission ultimately to the beach, but first we had a stop to make in East Tennessee, the place where I spent half my life.
When I turned seven my time of living fulltime with my Grandparents had come to an end. I think maybe my Grandfather, Charles Boyd, was trying to hurry and squeeze in some life lessons he thought I was going to need.
The last few years of my father’s life were tough. His physical health was in decline, his mental health increasingly faltered. He died in February.
The Covid-19 “Stay at Home” order has certainly caused fear, grief and inconvenience for all of us over the last 90 days and will continue in some form for a while at least.
When I was a kid I didn’t consider what it meant to be a dad. My parents were divorced and my early years included visits to my dad’s house every other weekend, holidays and summer vacation.
I spent much of my childhood exploring the woods, lakes, creeks and fields of Eastern Washington.
Metaphysics studies questions related to what it is for something to exist and what types of existence there are.
