After Dylan and his friend had exhausted most every kind of self-sufficient entertainment strategy while the parents sheared sheep, Dylan got one of his ideas.. M, Mark, and I toiled on the last few lambs, came inside to shower and change, and sat down on the front porch for cool beverage – as the boys quietly crept up and down the stairs to the unfinished attic above Nana’s place.
Just as M packed up the overnight gear, the boys presented us with the great unveiling: They’d spirited down a piece of plywood and two small chairs and fastened them into a desk. Then a folding chair, a desktop hutch, a desk lamp, a floor lamp, and a tablecloth to complete the desk. An African spear for decoration. Writing paper and a pen.
I’m a good person, but it’s hard not to believe in karma. I had to have done something pretty great somewhere back there.