We’ve been enjoying this first real warm Sunday.
Since we got home from church Basil’s been cleaning out the garage.
Catherine and I took a long walk through the neighborhood, then set ourselves up outside for a bit of fresh air and sunshine while Catherine chose her dining plan and filled out the housing information for Hofstra.
She read aloud as she typed pertinent information about herself, and I offered suggestions along the way. One sentence stopped me in my tracks, however. The shock was big enough that I don’t remember the wording verbatim, but she said something along the line of ‘I keep my room neat.’
I quickly flashed in my mind’s-eye to the scene I’d viewed a few hours earlier, of clothes, papers and books piled atop surfaces and lumped on the floor of her bedroom.
If that is neat, what is messy?!
I started to offer a correction, then bit my tongue and shook my head.
In four months it’s someone else’s problem.