Blah Friday

I need a vacation from vacation unbreaks. Bad Friday falls seven days after spring break begins, Which is a break for some kids and teachers without kids, but not for grandpa parent me, and my sociopathic daughter, who needs the structure of small specialized classrooms to get through her most resilient day. It feels healing to step outside into softer breezy voices green with overly optimistic promise that Everythin gonna be aright. Rain threatens yet wide patches of sky blue promise western horizon hope, for now Faith that tomorrow, which feels unforgivingly far from Now, yet stuck in Here, I will wake to compassionate forgetfulness, lack of memory of nearly all black bleak Fridays transpired, de-valued by my owned and negligently managed lack of parental investment in larger self/other care; that old ego/eco-balancing narrow-way game. Tomorrow, just another Saturday/Sunday weekend, between BadFriday wounds and rainy Monday school day blues and jazz dance in the garden with a Great Turning shovel.