When I woke up before the alarm, I picked up the phone and looked at the Life360 app. Lise’s icon was moving in her neighborhood and stopped at her building! Texting her immediately, I wrote, “On Life360 I just saw you drive up to your address!! The little car moved up the street and stopped!”
She was writing at the same time, “I’m home!!!! Just hauled up the suitcases (minus the one new small suitcase) which they managed to NOT put on the plane nor on subsequent European flights – it’s still sitting in Atlanta.”
Lise did not fly to Newark, because that flight was also canceled because of weather! She checked with neighbor Holly before she called me. She cheerily asked, “How would you like to come to the airport with Holly and pick me up again? Can you be ready in five minutes?”
I dropped everything and walked up the street. Holly is a joy to talk to, and within an hour Lise was telling us of the second saga. This time she was walking to the stairs to the plane when the pilot came out and told the passengers they weren’t going anywhere. She rebooked for the next day before making arrangements with Holly.
What a blessing Holly is! She was free to drive to the airport Friday night, Saturday evening and Sunday afternoon. When Lise and I got home, I found meat in the freezer that would cook quickly and prepared fresh asparagus neighbor Joyce had given me. I hadn’t made Hollandaise sauce in years, but it was successful.
Sunday morning we had biscuits for breakfast, one of the meals we hadn’t gotten to in the last three weeks. I was able to attend church online before Holly picked us up. We had a light lunch at Culver’s, followed by small frozen custard treats. By the time Holly and I got home, Lise was boarding the airplane. We texted again when she was in the Atlanta airport. As she taxied to the runway, we said our goodbyes. By the time she gets home, she will have been traveling for 24 hours.
Skipping eight days, these are the last photos of daughter Lise’s visit. Neighbor Holly and I dropped her off at the airport at 6:00 pm. About five or six hours later her flight was canceled because there had been a storm in Atlanta. The storm stalled over the city and dumped hail, disabling a number of airplanes. Because it was a natural disaster, the airline did not have to provide a room in a hotel for her. She rented a car and came back here. After a few hours of sleep, she walked to the stop sign with me.
We had a light breakfast and shopped for a new suitcase for her. She had borrowed one of mine and felt she should replace it with a sturdier one. That meant she had to repack everything and check the weight of each piece. Her efficiency was amazing to watch.
She stowed the heavy bags in the car.. Although she had already done a day’s work, she looked fairly fresh as she headed for the airport. This time she will go through Newark instead of Atlanta. I don’t remember where she will land before getting her final flight to Copenhagen. Wherever it is, I hope everything will go smoothly.
Daughter Lise and I came down gently after the wedding. Daughter Kate stayed another day and then broke her record time getting back to New Jersey. After about 13 hours of driving and a night’s sleep, she was at work at 7:15 the following morning.
Lise had done handyman things before the wedding, like fixing a toilet and replacing a broken doorknob to that bathroom. Guests didn’t have to dread going to an unsecured room! I had planned to change the water filter to the refrigerator, but thankfully I didn’t try to do it by myself. We pulled the heavy appliance to the middle of the room, and that’s when the fun began. There are people who can’t handle the thought of a mouse in the house. Lise is one of those. (For me, it’s big spiders.)
What neither of us thought about was the camera that is trained on the two doors into the kitchen. She thought of it the next day, and the gales of laughter began. She flipped through the cam videos showing us moving around the refrigerator, getting up and down off the floor, and shoving the fridge back in place. When Lise saw a dead mouse, she didn’t shriek or faint, but she did mutter quietly. I picked up the carcass with a tissue and put it in a small plastic container that I had washed the day before. As I tossed it in the kitchen garbage, I said, “If I’d known this was going to be a casket, I wouldn’t have washed it.”
The more we watched, the more we laughed. The decibels rose until we were cackling. It was an unholy noise that I hope none of the neighbors heard. There was no way we could stop until we couldn’t get enough breath to laugh more. Lise saved two of the clips. I hope she hid them, because they could be evidence that we should both be committed to the crazy house.
I loved grandson Nathaniel’s and Sarah’s wedding. They concentrated on family and friends, so that everyone felt the closeness. I’ve seen photos of weddings where there were up to twelve attendants, including a flower girl, ring bearer, bridesmaids and groomsmen. Not this one!The ceremony was held outside in a small garden surrounded by hedges and trees. Nate had his mother walk him to the arbor, followed by his dad. Sarah’s mother escorted her daughter down the aisle. She arranged Sarah’s dress, and took her bouquet before sitting with her family. They requested no photographs during the ceremony, so it was peaceful and reverent.
I was thrilled that Nathaniel asked to use my husband’s wedding band. He also wore John’s watch, which he’d had repaired. Kate had John’s ashes in a pendant, and BIL Thom wore one of John’s ties which had steam engines on it. There were probably other mementos present on the other side of the aisle.
The photographer worked quickly to get various groups posed with the bride and groom. Appetizers and drinks were served in another area outside. I was amused that the main soda was Cheerwine, a North Carolina product and Sarah’s favorite.
Inside, we had a lovely buffet brunch. Nathaniel asked if I had taken a bagel and lox, a New York specialty. I had and greatly enjoyed them with cream cheese and onions. There were casseroles and breads, bacon and eggs, fresh fruits, and banana bread with chocolate chips.
Neighbor Connie made wedding favors – exquisite boxes with candy inside. Sarah and Nate put together jars of honey that were sealed with a silver bee. The color-coordinated fans were in a basket at the entrance to the garden, where they would have been needed on a hot day.
The wedding cake was on display, and everyone admired it, knowing Nathaniel had made it. He had also baked the sheet cake that was served to us. Needless to say, it was delicious.
I enjoyed meeting and chatting with members of Sarah’s delightful family. They had drawn Nate into their circle and made him one of them years ago. Sarah has been one of us for a long time, too.
A new internet provider landed in the neighborhood, and we watched as they strung wire up and down the streets. Two neighbors signed up just before I did, and they have been pleased with their service for several days. Mine is being installed today. The first instruction I had was to move everything three feet away from the area they need to access inside the house. I was aware of the wires in John’s office, but I never paid much attention to them. I was shocked that the service came into the house behind the biggest bookcases we’ve ever owned. I removed a yard of vinyl records, storing them under my bed.
Electricity was supplied to the modem on the other side of the room. What a mess of wires was behind the small computer desk! I crawled under the big desk to that area to make sure I could move the small desk without pulling equipment off.
I felt fine after putting my groceries in the car, but something was wrong when I walked the cart back. One foot was dragging a bit. Walking was not coordinated. What on earth had happened? Had I just had a stroke? Would I be able to drive home? Just then I saw a squashed pile of pink goo near my car door. Bubble gum!! Dad-gum!! Luckily none of it came off on the car mat.
Another odd thing happened in my driveway. One leg was suddenly about half an inch longer than the other! After I got the food inside, I took off my sneakers. One had many more stones stuck on than the other – stones from the driveway. They were attached with superglue-gum.
I abhor people who spit out their gum without thinking of the consequences to others. Then I thought to be grateful that I hadn’t had a stroke. One little practice run was enough!
I checked the pump filter when the water seemed a bit slow. After removing a couple of leaves, I gently lowered the pump to the bottom. Just as I did, I saw a pair of eyes looking at me from the water. That was all that was visible. Frog jumped to the stone and hid his head in the plants. He stayed motionless, and so did I. Maybe, just maybe, he was getting used to me. I slowly moved away and didn’t see him again until the next day. He was sunning himself on a different stone, then jumped into the pool above the big one. Both times, I saw only one frog.
I have gone to church on Sunday via live stream since John died almost three years ago. It has worked well, only very occasionally being derailed by technical problems. A church friend laughed and said she could imagine my sitting in front of the screen, wearing my pajamas and sipping coffee. I set the record straight. I have always dressed as if I were actually going to church in person, complete with shoes and earrings. Today the “always” was destroyed. I was glad to worship privately. A long round of texting, for something that needed immediate attention, delayed me. Yes, I went to church wearing my sleep shirt and a sweat shirt, with slippers on my feet. I was sipping cardamom tea, not coffee.
The sermon titled “I’ll Pray for You” was based on John 17:20-26. Jesus prays for everyone!! It was a dynamic sermon that I will not forget.
Since I was attending a formal service without being dressed appropriately, I’ll show you what informal looked like. Though my hair was messy, my heart was in the right place, and I was singing at all the designated times. Everyone can be thankful that a streamed service does not show the attendees.
Leaves from the kousa tree were blown down by the wind, and many went straight to the waterfall. I looked for the frogs before raking and assumed they were not there. I used a child’s rake to lift some leaves out of the lowest pool. As I raked the next higher pool, one that is shallower, the frogs jumped into the deep pool! There was no time to focus on them, so I’m not positive there were two, but I think there were. The water was murky, preventing my seeing them. I shall be much more careful the next time I approach the pools. It’s nice to know that the gentle waterfall has not scared the animals away. The water is still flowing at a little more than half it’s maximum rate.
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