01/08/2024: How he drinks his coffee
A small pleasure: one of my children and I are working together at the dining room table. We’re both writing. It’s hard for both of us, but we’re typing, so we’re both on the right road. I realize after a bit that I am witness to his writing tics. I have them. Lots of them. He takes a sip of coffee when he pauses to consider if what he’s just written makes sense. I know that move exactly. The flurry of typing. The deletions that come when you’re typing fast. The abrupt stop when you’ve captured the thought. Pause for coffee and to evaluate whether what you’ve just put down is as good as you thought it was when the blur of typing started.
After a certain age it feels like most of the windows into their lives are closed. This is a tiny opening but a delightful one.