In our household, May is a time of movement. Those at college, and that would be everybody except me, are now finishing up their term assignments. Soon they will be packing their bags, making big plans for summer, and — I hope — coming home at least for a while. I am thinking about trips to the grocery store and wondering if the washing machine is strong enough for one more season. In August they will disperse again. Sometimes I feel like the person in the middle of the ring, holding the strings to many soaring kites.