pattern of time

i see the pattern of my days as stripes with the occasional swirl. having children around is more like a kaleidoscope. my very long-time friend catherine (whose children played with my children ) also has her grandsons staying with her from toronto. so we're spending time together. a blur of little boys. wet limbs, popsicle stained mouths. laundry. sunshine and late nights. and sleepy mornings.