Yesterday the dentist cemented my permanent crown, covering that oh-so-wayward broken tooth.
Later this afternoon our daughter and boyfriend board silver jet and wing to New York City leaving us with sweet memories.
Yesterday they wheelbarrowed firewood into our wood room in sweltering evening heat.
Last night we all unloaded the 49 Studebaker truck, stacking logs in wood pile.
This morning dozens of birds squawk, scream, sing, chirp, and titter. So many forest sounds! Birds love mid-summer. They chatter excitedly before heat rises.
Shall I walk outside now? See what flowers bloom, what animals appear, what newness reveals itself?
At noon we shall, perhaps, eat fish as we drive toward the airport. Up Hancock-way a gourmet chef sells fish. He fries up lake trout and whitefish sandwiches. Add fries and coleslaw, knives and forks. Eat well, dear travelers.
Now it’s cool. Such relief from sweating heat. Sleepers sigh as breezes cool hot skin.
Yesterday, we played “Wildlife Adventure” board game. Our daughter won.
Tomorrow, perhaps, we’ll sip coffee and miss laughter tinkling from the bedroom, deck, wheelbarrow.
Today, I tie sneakers and trot toward the mystery of what’s next.