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Middlehood CM 0121
Middlehood CM 0121
MIDDLEHOOD
BY JUDI KETTELER Then we went to Menards to shop.
Since it was the first time we’d left the
house together without children in
months, it felt like a date. It was July 4,
so I giddily threw sparklers into our cart
on the way to the lighting section. That’s
where I found exactly what I was looking
for: thick black corded lights with big Edi-
son bulbs. “I think those are too big,” my
husband said.
“No, they’re perfect!” I replied. They
were too big.
My Year
through the rose of Sharon bushes around
the patio, but they weren’t enough. I want-
ed to bathe our patio in light, to illuminate
this 15-by-15-foot concrete slab of safe
air for the kind of socializing that had
of Light
become our lifeline to friends and
family, our space for novelty, and our
place for marking any kind of milestone.
It was the place where we had our
end-of-the-school-year campfire, which
featured s’mores and my kids throw-
IT TURNS OUT OUR SMALL PATIO WAS THE PERFECT ing worksheets into the fire and saying
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WELCOME TO MIDDLEHOOD
while discussing mobilization tactics. It strange, and eye-opening summer it was. that bright Saturday, when the trees were
was the place where my husband and I It was the place where the weeks simulta- showing a strong hint of orange, my hus-
got into heated matches of Ruzzle on our neously stretched on, with long and bright band and I hung the much smaller lights
phones (it’s an addictive word game that evenings, and counted down ominously around our patio. The poles did not tip.
combines Scrabble and Boggle and that my toward the even-longer darkness. Twelve The sag was exactly right, the slightest
bow-shaped curve.
We invited another couple we’ve
WHEN YOU HAVE A YEAR OF MISSING SO MANY THINGS, known for a dozen years over that night.
We ordered Thai food, I brought out my
YOU FIXATE ON HAVING ONE PIECE OF SOMETHING MAGICAL. stash of cookies and Not a Cheesecake
Cake bars from Sweets by LaDawn (on
AND STRING LIGHTS, TO ME, WERE MAGICAL. Plainfield Road; go there now), and then,
as dusk threatened, I plugged in the lights.
Some things you remember as perfect mo-
husband always wins) while our son prac- weeks until the first frost warning. Six- ments. When I got a 9.4 on balance beam
ticed spinning a basketball on his finger, teen weeks until the end of Daylight Sav- in 1986. The night Barack Obama won in
trying to set a record, and my daughter did ings Time. Twenty weeks until the trees 2008. When each of my babies laughed for
TikTok dances. would be bare. And all of those weeks the first time. And now the site of these
It was the place where we hosted would mean more Americans had died small round bulbs, illuminated above us,
popsicle night with our neighbors. The from the coronavirus. was on the list.
kids tried to eat them before they melted But then I found the lights in the That evening, under the lights, I didn’t
while the grownups talked about if school Christmas aisle at Ace, a hilarious out- think about how it was only nine more
would start, what we could be doing to come since there would be no Christ- weeks until my family wouldn’t gather for
help more people, and what a fraught, mas gathering this year. No matter, on Thanksgiving.
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