It rained in Wisconsin. Sweet, blessed rain.
The natives were not happy, but I was. Six weeks of record-breaking dry heat, relentless sun and no monsoon to speak of made me nearly dilirious when the rains set in for almost two days at Powers Lake, the site of my break.
It was a weekend of rain, sweatshirts, conversation, wine, Scrabble, great food and the nonstop distractions of life at this Wisconsin lake.
Lucas was tending to his father, pruning the back garden and vacuuming a summer's accumulation of bougainvillea leaves. He also had my car detailed and helped his father pick out a sports coat at Dillard's outlet at Metrocenter.
They saw Julie and Julia and so did Melissa, Sandra and I.
More on that later.
I slept uninterrupted. Ate uninterrupted. Read uninterrupted and danced and sang hymns and show tunes with my daughter-in-law. Sweet.
The break I didn't think I needed.
About Me
- Eventuallysusan
- I am of that age, a journalist since I was in 4th grade and wrote that as my career goal, mother of two grown children and wife of one heroic, sweet man. I am a transplanted midwesterner who makes her home in the Southwest and her living writing for a major metropolitan daily. There are fewer of us than there use to be.
2 comments:
sounds wonderful
sweet honey. and i read your julie and julia piece. sweet. it was all very sweet and lovely--the trip, the visit, your words. and you will probably never hear the words "i told you so" from your darling daughter in law. and certainly not from me. i love you.
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