The house makes it real
Today I called the phone company and the cable company. I don’t care much about cable TV, it’s the internet access I want. If I can easily fish Cat5e cable through the house, I’ll update to Verizon’s fiber.
I went by the house again tonight to measure rooms. My friend Grace(1) is right. It is such a relief to walk into my own house.
There’s a bedroom on the first floor, near the back door. That will be the study. Computers, books. I need a good reading chair there. There are two bedrooms upstairs. The larger one will be mine, and the smaller one will be the boy’s. That room has a weird little balcony that overlooks the living room.
The boy’s therapist called me today. She wants to talk to me about how we’re dealing with ‘all this’ and how we’re going to tell the boy.
There’s a meeting with his team on Friday. I think it would be appropriate to tell them what’s happening.
Grace was a friend from my early 20s. She married the week or so before Beth and I did. She moved to the Pacific Northwest, had children, got divorced then cancer. She was only person I knew who had children and gone through this. She helped me a lot in dealing with the early stages of the separation. Aside from my own, hers is the only real name in this work. She died about ten months later. ↩︎