Alone among the artifacts
Monday, September 30, 2013 at 10:08PM 
Since I returned from Anchorage late this morning, I have been alone in this house and office and I will be for the rest of the week, or at least until Thursday evening. About the only way I will interact with other human beings is when I go to breakfast at Abby's and pull up to the Metro Cafe drive-through window or maybe even go inside once or twice.
There are some good things about being alone. I have a huge amount of work to get done, and I won't have any distractions, save for the barriers in my own mind. Once I punch through them, I should really be able to dig into things and get a lot done. All around me, I see plenty of artifacts left behind by those who sometimes share this house with me. Their presence is still here, even though they are elsewhere.
Who do you think this particular artifact reminds me of? Two people, actually. Margie, who sketched the train to serve as a homemade coloring book, and Kalib, who colored it and added the tracks, smoke and grass.
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Interesting sketch
When our grandchildren leave after a visit, the house is always too quiet and the putting-away of their treasures is always hard. We call the feeling "grandchild deprivation syndrome." Two of the grandchildren are now teenagers and we keep one souvenir "artifact" from each of them up permanently. For our grandson, just turned 18, we have a drawing of sergeant's stripes that he did when he was about nine years old and crazy about all things military. For our granddaughter, about to turn 15, we have a drawing of a heart that she did several years ago. Whenever we are in the study, with the door closed, we get to smile at their continuing presence. We need an artifact from our youngest grandson - hopefully that will come soon.