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Fragments from Floyd

The Lull Between


There is first the feeling of let-down, the weight of responsibility removed that should let you float free–but for a while, habit of duty still oppresses, smothers, blames you for your sudden idleness.

Then comes the shaft of light breaking through to reveal empty space, unspoken for energy, free clear days on the calendar, “me time”. Aha!

You immerse yourself in all the things you weren’t able to focus on while the Big Event consumed you. It is exhilarating at first, this new freedom, until you become overwhelmed by what has been left undone. Even so, you slip in a few totally unnecessary, unproductive diversions–a few wildflower photos, a new widget for the desktop, a chapter in a neglected book found between the couch cushions, started pre-Big Event.

Then life settles in again, and another B.E. comes along and the cycle repeats.

Thursday we go fetch the grand daughters–the youngest in diapers and a whole new ball game. The intensity and seriousness of the cleaning frenzy imposed by the General on the single Troop here would make you think we were preparing to host the Bubble Boy. I say a little dog hair is good for their immune systems. But that’s another story.

Friday while the girls are very much with us, the SAWC writers meet the Floyd writers in town, and grudgingly, I’ll be allowed to shirk my grandfatherly duties to go party–which I will do with full and focused intent. But I’ll pay for it.

And finally, when we get back from taking the girls to meet their parents in Statesville on Sunday, the shaft of light will break through, the unpaid bills will beckon, and I’ll play with all the pictures taken over a few days of child’s play (and some adult play, too) on Goose Creek. And life goes on.

Image: mayapples unfurl, wet umbrellas, fairy parasols covering the hillside, glisten with spring rain

3 thoughts on “The Lull Between”

  1. You just nailed post-B.E. syndrome — I’m going through it now as we speak. Wish I could be there with you and the girls. Remind them they have a phantom uncle who loves’em, will you?

  2. Fred, keep up those “totally unnecessary, unproductive diversions” such as your photography! I love this photo of the mayapples.

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