Journal, Day 48

It has been so long since we last captured our activities to the written word due to unforeseen circumstances and challenges. Our lives, previously turned upside down, have begun to establish equilibrium once more, and peace is slowly settling upon us.
 
This past weekend flew by at light speed. The elder female, KK, migrated to Boston for dance studies, after a strenuous two days of packing. This usually entailed sifting through a gigantic pile of clothes on her floor to select the appropriate wear, and leaving the rest disheveled and lonely. After a strenuous journey to reach the flying machines, the benefactor accompanied her to the weaving line of rope where those manning the country’s defense scanned and searched belongings. Having special clearance from an organization known as TSA, KK gets the privilege of both keeping her shoes on and not having to endure excruciating lines. It both delights the benefactor that she received the advantage for no particular reason, and also irks the benefactor that she has been traveling for forty years with no such benefit. Regardless, the elder female will be missed greatly, as is her brother, who is thriving and enjoying the Windy City and all its entrapments.
 
The younger children enjoyed a sunshine filled Sunday afternoon traipsing through the railyard park, moving to electronic music and enjoying the balmy weather. This proposition was initially met with resistance as the younger children had made plans of their own without first consulting the benefactor. After heavy negotiations, and some breakdowns, an agreement was reached to enjoy the park and have a picnic provided the young children were furnished with Arnold Palmers and cupcakes. It was properly fun, and thoroughly exhausting enough for the young to feel worn and tired to sleep at a time that was conducive for the sanity of all.