News from the fishing crew up north is good, at least a 36” muskie sounds awfully good to me. I can only imagine the thrill. That is a yard stick long fish!
I got some yard work done and it rained again last night. This just doesn’t seem like Colorado, but I am not complaining, perplexed perhaps at the crazy weather, but not complaining. Right after planting a new Vanilla-Strawberry hydrangea, sprinkles of rain sent me inside, then the hail came.
I love these quiet mornings while the grandkids are still asleep. The birds are singing in full measure, ushering in the day. I am writing, drinking some really good coffee, and thinking about the rest of summer.
I used to dread everyone going home so much more, because when they went, they were all gone. Now, I still have one granddaughter (and her parents) close by. It makes a difference. I wish they were all close by. The only down side to that, is having them live all over the place has given me wonderful chances to travel and see the country. Life is always a trade-off, isn’t it?
A long-time good friend called to tell me his father passed away. Well into his 90’s, his dad had been struggling with health issues for some time, so his passing was a blessing. Both father and son were two of my father’s dearest friends.
We got in a long talk, catching up about our families and what we are each doing now. I talked about my second book that was nearly done until I hit a stone wall and had to put it away while I worked out what didn’t feel right. “I want to get it right,” I said, “because this is the book with my dad’s stories in it.” In the mean time, I have started the first draft of my third book which is going wonderfully.
My friend, who was like a son to my father, laughed and said I sounded just like my dad. Daddy often told him “you have to get it right.”
That was the nicest compliment. And so it goes…