Peepers

Over in Shelburn tonight, helping sheetrock. G__ is very independent, very obsessed with his projects, so typically blows through them alone, but sheetrocking a ceiling is something that is just, well, let us say, … difficult … to do alone. Quick job though, a small bathroom. Ripped down the old acoustic tile, ran the new wiring, and hung, say, the better part of three sheets.

Couple of hours, and got a family dinner out of the deal. Last time G__ and I were up in a ceiling, though, the family was mine, was my boy toddling amongst the tools and extension cords, and my other little one in the bath with Mom. Now it is his kids, mine being only home half the time since the divorce, and pretty well grown besides.

Bittersweet. Good to think we’ve been friends, working on each other’s houses, sharing meals, for so long. Sad, even years later, about the divorce.

Walked out to the car, clear blue sky of twilight, silver crescent moon hanging low in the northwest. That impossible blue, fading to black in the east, light enough show the clearest intricate silhouette of the trees up on the ridge in the west.

And I heard peepers. Maybe we won’t have eternal winter after all.