As the daily news continues to scare the living tar out of me, fueling my general anxiety and worst-case-scenarios involving living off the land of rural Idaho, subsisting on nothing but sugar beets and whistlepigs*, my greatest source of solace is unplugging and behaving like a complete child. This past week has been filled with those delicious, golden, last gasps of summer and I've been trying to take the kids to the park every day. Sitting under the trees, watching the children play in dappled, late-morning sunlight, far away from the rolling Ticker Tape of Failure, things seem downright fine.
And though we may never retire and their entire college funds may evaporate by November, for now we have these lazy autumn mornings at the park, and that's worth something, right?
*Hillbilly Idaho-ese for ground squirrel. Have never actually eaten one. Am expecting them to taste like gamey little chicken wings. Am hoping for the best.