So far I've spent the morning solving the problems of my worked-up older son, who thought he had a well-paying summer construction job for the summer . . . until yesterday, when his boss fell off the roof and J had to drive him to the emergency room. Things could have been worse (our friend only cracked a couple of vertebrae), but J's money-making plans were dashed. Fortunately, I have some pizza-making connections among my band members, so he's not entirely out of luck.
For his part, my worked-up younger son is consumed by track-and-field nerves, soccer-camp nerves, going-to-a-rock-show nerves, piano-recital nerves, etc., etc. It seems that the exigencies of Boy Land will be thriving this summer. And yet
Whatever we do,says Milosz, and I sigh.
Desiring, loving, possessing, suffering,
Is always only meanwhile.