I love peace and solitude, especially when I write. I haven’t found it this summer. The week after my husband and I returned from a vacation out of the country, we moved my youngest daughter and our three-year-old grandson back into our house.
My seven-year-old granddaughter was to come for a week or two before school started. Her parents (my eldest daughter) brought her to Atlanta along with her two-year-old brother. The plan was they’d stay for a day or two, leave my granddaughter, and return to Kentucky. It soon became obvious the seven-year-old was not staying without her parents. They decided to stay for a week and then everyone, including the seven-year-old , would return home.
Then upstairs AC unit died.
The day after they arrived scheduled renovations started on my master bath.
At one point, the contractor and plumber were in my bathroom, the AC repair guy was in my attic, my two-year-old grandson (who never been on stairs before) was negotiating the stairs by himself and the seven-year-old and three-year-were old were making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the kitchen. I returned from a doctor’s appointment, walked in on all that and wanted to turn around and leave.
So how’s your summer going?
Connie writes contemporary suspense and mystery. Check out her latest, Lakota Dreaming. Available both digitally and in print. One digital copy will be award to a commentator.