For the last two days there has been a large June bug sitting on the screen of the back door window. That’s very appropriate. It’s June. I pointed out the bug to Joseph, because I’m not sure he knew about June bugs. They don’t have them in Oregon, I think. Joseph looked at it and then went back to playing Minecraft on the lap top.
I’m not sure why the June bug is staying there. I’d like to think it’s a magical guardian sent to our house to oversee the reversal of our fortunes, a good-luck June bug. But probably it’s dying or something. I don’t really know about the ways and habits of June bugs, but it certainly isn’t getting out and about a lot, unless it’s doing it at night. Maybe it is.
Although its arrival did correspond suspiciously with the arrival of an e-mail for Silas with the word “interview” in it. Interview is a wonderful word, second only to job offer. Perhaps it really is a good-luck June bug.
There have been no more broken windows since I wrote last. The absence of broken windows is a good thing. Peter started a new medication. Perhaps it’s helping. Now we continue the search for some meaning for Peter’s life. He needs something to give him a sense of purpose and needed-ness, something to engage him in the world around us. It isn’t easy, since he isn’t really willing to try anything.
I think I’ll introduce him to the June bug, if it’s still there when he wakes up today. Maybe if he rubs its back a few times . . .
(Okay, I don’t really believe in luck-bugs. Really. I have orthodox Christian beliefs. But I’m sure God likes a sense of humor. Maybe the bug is an angel in disguise . . .)