December 6, 2013 § 7 Comments
Penny’s camera recently suffered a terminal injury, so until we muster enough scratch for a replacement, you’re stuck with old-stock pics of cows looking at you crazy, as Eumaeus so delightfully put it a while back.
Yesterday, Penny took the boys up to northern(er) Vermont, to where Nate has erected his self-built wall tent on 1,000-acres of land upon which he has procured trapping and hunting privileges. He is intending to stay for many months, living off snowshoe hares and the flesh of the beavers he traps. He has a friend staying with him, but there was just enough room in the tent for the fellas to join them for a night.
The boys were ecstatic to be invited. Of course. Within minutes of his call, they’d filled their pack baskets: Hatchets and spare longjohns and rolled up sheepskins to sleep on and who knows what else. Penny sent along some milk and a blueberry cake, which I suspect will go down right good after a dinner of stewed beaver haunch.
It’s strange not having the guys here. One of the things about the way we parent and live in general is that the four of us spend an awful lot of time together. This is by design. But I will admit to a few panicky moments last night, as Penny and I talked what our lives will look like after the boys have up and left. For so many years, they have been the focal point of our lives, and it’s a little frightening to imagine their absence. I suspect we’re not unique in this regard, although I do wonder if the simple fact of how much time we pass in their company makes us even more susceptible to the emotional turbulence that remains in space they leave in their wake.
Ah, well. So it goes. For the time being, we’re just enormously grateful that our sons are being offered such opportunities. To spend a night with their trapping mentor, out on the land, in a tent he made with his own hands… it is their version of a trip to Disneyland, or meeting a favorite sports superstar, or being invited to jam with Eddie Van Halen. Wait a second… that’s my dream.
In any event, the boys will be back home in a few hours, and our lives will be returned to their chaotic norm. And thank goodness for that.