SUMMER WITH THE SLUG RATS
Isolation
“I’m worried about you,” Blondie said at dinner that night. I knew why. The kids were all going back to
school or to work.
I loved time with my family. My idea of the perfect evening
was Netflix and chill, which for me meant family movie night and ice cream. I resisted going anywhere, but was always
happy afterwards when Dr. Deb made plans with friends.
I also liked time alone. I rode my bike alone. Except for
the occasional trip with my neighbor, I fished alone. I wrote alone. I lifted
weights alone.
Like a lot of people, when I was sad, as I would surely be when
the kids scattered, I tended to isolate. I knew I was doing the exact opposite of what
I needed to do, but I did it anyway.
“I promise to not to do more than one thing alone on any given
day. If I fish, I won’t ride my bike. If I ride my bike, I won’t do any writing
that day.”
“And you’ll visit?”
“Sure. I’ll want to see TyGuy. If you’re there I guess that
would be OK,” I joked. She elbowed me.
Today I won’t isolate.
Summer with the Slug
Rats © 2020 by Ken Montrose
Summer with the Slug
Rats is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone
you might know is purely coincidental.
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