On the morning of the Fourth, we took the kayak out, and that afternoon we golfed eighteen holes. That evening, our dear friend, Mary Green, died.
I like to think that Mary saw the Fireworks Display of Her Life that night.
On July 6th, I drove over to the Quad Cities to pick up Lilia and we spent the afternoon with her dad. Then we drove up to Elgin to see Uncle Carl and Aunt Sarah and their hundred-year-old house. We're all quite taken with this house. The kids, of course, love the attic and the basement and the mulberry tree. Grady and his mama came over and we all spent two nights together.
When I got back, Jack and I attended Mary's celebration of life. So many people, so much love. Thankfully, the Hendersons brought their four-month-old twin boys, Peter and George, to the service. A baby fix will ease just about anything. Plus, they are miracle babies. Plus, they have a set of big sisters who also happen to be twins.
Mary's celebration was on Thursday, and on Sunday morning four of us left for our annual summer retreat together: Marcie, Patsy, Cheryl, Deb. We returned this time to Marywood, a retreat center in northern Wisconsin that's owned by the Dubuque Franciscan sisters. Heaven.
I brought a novel to work on, but realized pretty quickly that I was there for rest, retreat, and recreation. Water, woods, walking, a close up bald eagle, cool nights, the loons, of course, and lots of laughter. That pretty much sums up the entire week.
And the week since I've been home has been spent writing and getting some things in order. I return to work full time on 4 August, and I am feeling ready.
As for the writing, it's being poured into editing for the moment. Some of my drafts have warnings at the top when I open them: WARNING: VERY BAD WRITING. Those, obviously, are the places that need the most attention. Getting to the Blog when I can!