Tuesday March 14, 2017
You start keeping a sketchbook. You just turned fifty and your son just moved back into the basement and you aren’t sure exactly why but he’s driving you crazy. He’s thirty five and he just left his “common-law partner”, at least that’s how he explains Troy. You need a reason to get out of the house and so you take the number thirteen bus to the cafe on Arlington Avenue. You order a brownie and a peppermint tea. You start sketching the ways in which he drives you crazy. The mopey face. The dishes in the sink. The orange running shoes. The constant chatter. The “common-law partner”.