Cirrus of Zenith
Jun. 19th, 2023 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIt's been a fun couple of days--too much fun to have blog time. We got home Friday. Saturday morning was spent bustling around tidying things up, and in my case, dashing to the store for a few essential items. Tron arrived for a Father's Day visit, shortly after noon. The Lumberjack couldn't come with her, because he's busy with his summer job (union organizing). We had a lovely visit with her. She brought us coffee and a bakery box of pastries for Sunday morning. We had been thinking about going to sit by the lake, but as it turned out, the Sparrowhawk really needed a nap after our slightly too exciting "vacation" trip. So he had a nap, and Tron rested her eyes for a bit on the other couch in the family room. Her slightly late arrival had given me time to get the potato salad in the refrigerator and make some fancy beans (two different kinds, mingled, with peppers, onions, and mushrooms added, plus a few extra seasonings). When everyone was vertical again and felt hungry, I cooked the hot dogs and corn and set out all the possible condiments to make them Chicago dogs: pickled peppers, chopped onion, chopped tomato, relish, etc. Then everyone fixed a plate, poured themselves a beer, and we ate out on the porch. Tron cleaned up for me, and then we played most of a game of Pirate and Traveler. The Lumberjack says this is the most boring game in the world, but the Sparrowhawk and I like it, so we got to play it in his absence. The Sparrowhawk had all the luck, and won, which is often the case. Tron laughed at me for being so competitive, as usual. Then we had cherry pie while watching "Chariots of Fire." It was the Sparrowhawk's father's favorite movie, as well as a favorite of his own.
Sunday morning, the Sparrowhawk and I went to early church while Tron was getting up. She went out and got us coffee again, and we picked up breakfast from the diner on the way home from church, and we picnicked sumptuously at the table out in the yard, under the umbrella. We drove out to a park we hadn't visited yet, by the river east of town. It had a paved path that curved around through wetlands and grasslands to the river and back in a big loop. By this time the sun was blazing hot, and the Sparrowhawk had to sit down a few times, but it was still very pleasant. The area is reclaimed habitat--probably once farmland--with some beautiful big trees and some new plantings. There were huge old maples and willows, and some lovely though young burr oaks. I haven't seen tall grasses like those since Kansas days. The birds were singing all around, and we saw a few deer deep in the shade. When we got home, Tron had to pack up and leave, but not before giving the Sparrowhawk a bag of snacks from herself and the other kids, and a Michigan-shaped cutting board. After she left, it was very quiet, and we sat and drank a LOT of ice water! It's so wonderful that she can come and visit--and, of course, it's even more wonderful that she wants to! Later in the evening, the Nipper and the Philosopher called, and Grandad got to hear the voice of young Aquinas. The Diva texted, but couldn't call, because she's on a girls trip with her high school friends. I sent her a picture.
Today I'm very tired and stiff. My usual call with Queenie was postponed, because her daughter is still with them for the holiday, and they were going to get her tires rotated and then get a pedicure--an amusing and typical juxtaposition. So instead I puttered and did various small bits of cleaning that I'd had on my mind. Sadly, by the time the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I was too tired out to do any more and had to go lie down for awhile. I'd been up since five. This summer light wakes me up as if shot from a cannon, and there's no way I can deny its tyranny.
Sunday morning, the Sparrowhawk and I went to early church while Tron was getting up. She went out and got us coffee again, and we picked up breakfast from the diner on the way home from church, and we picnicked sumptuously at the table out in the yard, under the umbrella. We drove out to a park we hadn't visited yet, by the river east of town. It had a paved path that curved around through wetlands and grasslands to the river and back in a big loop. By this time the sun was blazing hot, and the Sparrowhawk had to sit down a few times, but it was still very pleasant. The area is reclaimed habitat--probably once farmland--with some beautiful big trees and some new plantings. There were huge old maples and willows, and some lovely though young burr oaks. I haven't seen tall grasses like those since Kansas days. The birds were singing all around, and we saw a few deer deep in the shade. When we got home, Tron had to pack up and leave, but not before giving the Sparrowhawk a bag of snacks from herself and the other kids, and a Michigan-shaped cutting board. After she left, it was very quiet, and we sat and drank a LOT of ice water! It's so wonderful that she can come and visit--and, of course, it's even more wonderful that she wants to! Later in the evening, the Nipper and the Philosopher called, and Grandad got to hear the voice of young Aquinas. The Diva texted, but couldn't call, because she's on a girls trip with her high school friends. I sent her a picture.
Today I'm very tired and stiff. My usual call with Queenie was postponed, because her daughter is still with them for the holiday, and they were going to get her tires rotated and then get a pedicure--an amusing and typical juxtaposition. So instead I puttered and did various small bits of cleaning that I'd had on my mind. Sadly, by the time the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I was too tired out to do any more and had to go lie down for awhile. I'd been up since five. This summer light wakes me up as if shot from a cannon, and there's no way I can deny its tyranny.
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Date: 2023-06-20 01:57 pm (UTC)