Dragging a Child's Life Home

I do have a serious poetry-related blog posting to do, but I'll save that for tomorrow. Today, I'll note that Nancy and I dragged home all of Tim's leftover junk, which included winter clothes, multiple pillows, a sizeable set of plates, a good collection of strange liquors, and plenty of Ramen. It appears that our son was a college student.

And he didn't estimate the amount of stuff he had very well, though (once again), I was able to pack everything into the car, though very tightly, and only after an hour's work. I can pack a car very tightly, making use of every cranny it has, but it's hard work, especially on a hot and sunny day when I had to walk back and forth beside a car parked to completely block the sidewalk, and owned by a woman who could not see the need to move even after many complaints from multiple people. An annoying day.

In my lap above is Nancy's purse with a pot of succulents in it. And note the garment bags beside me. That might look like tight packing, but usually the passenger has to hold a huge pile on a lap after packing up Tim.

The photo below gives some sense of how tight the packing job was. It was a long three-hour trip, the car is unpacked, and we've reboxed much of the stuff. Tim is in Sag Harbor now, already working at his first post-college job. Not much of a summer vacation, and he hasn't had one for the past three years either. He flew the nest when he went to college, so it's not a new experience to lose him.

No more posts about Tim for a while. He is on his own now.


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