I purchased pairs of plastic chairs for my parents and in-laws.
Now that folks have to visit outside, they needed more seating for guests.
I kept two in my own carport. I call mine the “Spy Chair.”
I do not usually do much sitting around during gardening season.
Since my father’s sickness and death, it seems all I do is sit.
I look at all the things that need doing without feeling the need to interfere. (Sorry Moss)
I call out to my neighbors from behind the vines.
I drink my coffee in it each morning. I sip sangria while spying in the evenings.
I do not get involved in what goes on.
I only spy and sometimes cry.
I look out at my little world with detachment.
I do not know when I will rejoin the action.
For now, I will quietly spy as the world goes on by
without me… and without my daddy.
It is all I can do.