Kiah wants to see everything–drink in everything–before she returns to the tall buildings and honking horns and sirens of Manhattan. She wants to remember the smell of Lake Superior, the way the Silver River glints at dusk, the flit of hummingbirds, the ripening scent of thimbleberries, the silence of the woods.
I think our girl has been homesick, don’t you?
One minute our children are young and playing on the beach; the next minute they are all grown up and walking away.
And then they come home to us–changed and matured, grown and wise–sharing their thoughts and hopes and confusions and aspirations with us. And we share ours with them.
We’ve been going here and there, there and here. “Let’s go down to where the school bus stopped at the Access Site,” she suggested. And so we did.
“Let’s go walk along the beach!” And so we did.
“Let’s go…” and off we go, sometimes even holding hands for a minute, delighted to be together.
Last night we went to the Pow Wow. Hopefully I’ll be able to post those photos for you later–especially if one turns out of a little slip of a girl eating a pickle as big as she was! After that we visited with some of her friends in Baraga. Then home to half a movie and our daily sketching assignment (we’re on Day 9 of our drawing challenge–drawing whatever we deem is the Daily Assignment.) Last night we were so tired we looked at the cover of a Harper’s magazine and said, “Draw this.” Afterward, we laughed uproariously–mostly at my depiction. “You could have taken a little bit more time,” Kiah suggested.
“Not after 9 p.m.,” I replied.
Haven’t laughed so long and hard and hilariously for some time.
Today, I’m awake before the rest of the crew. Barry didn’t get in until 4 a.m. after a band gig. I got up and talked to him–an uncharacteristic move–in those wee hours.
Now I’m brewing coffee. Had to sneak into the bathroom to grind whole fresh coffee beans from Manhattan. Didn’t want to wake anyone with the scream of the coffee grinder. The coffee pot is percolating and rumbling now.
We are soon headed back to the Big City of Marquette. Kiah lived their sporadically during her college years. She has a list of eight things we Must do. We may not even be home for dinner! (What WILL Barry eat??)
Perhaps kayaking tomorrow. If it all works out.
I have never been this busy in my life!
When Christopher was home in early July, mama wasn’t his primary companion on all of his adventures…
Can’t believe this blog got written. That seemed an impossibility a half hour ago. But if I wait too long between posts, a photo glut builds up.
OK, #1 Family Member hath arisen. The coffee is done. Time to wake #2 Family Member so we can sit together and sip the hot coffee and tell more stories…
Thanks for pausing by our cabin in the woods this morning.