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One of those days that stay forever in your heart happened yesterday.
Amidst the turkey and pies and wine and bread and Melody's amazing cheesecake - the plumbing to fix a leak for the newly installed bathtub fixtures, the singing of "Easter Carols" at the piano in 3 part harmony loud enough to wake the dead- we had a parade of 3 dogs and 5 humans down to Joy and Bernie's house to play in the sun.
My father,our 2 collies and I headed out into the wooded property to visit the beaver's clearing and see the massive trees they were taking down and gnawing into manageable lengths by the stream that they have pooled up in 4 places or so within its length. The sky clear, the air warm, the water sparkling the birds soaring and swooping, the tall water grasses gently moving. The dogs near, and far, and us not ever out of their sight - we know this by their character.
We crest a small hill to see where the biggest dam produces the expansive waters which at this time of year are smooth sailing and, just then, Melody's canoe comes drifting into view. We watch the small birds dart out of tiny holes in the hollow trees and the large geese landing on the grassy places in the middle of the lake of water and we can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
Somewhere else, down the street and around a corner, I was supposed to be greeting a friend who was to arrive by then at my house, but in a quick and firm decision I concluded that everything, everyone, could just wait.
Finally we all seemed to meet at exactly the same time, as if by some orchestrated event, as Melody debarked and Hope and Bernie came hand in hand to "go to Meema's house." Cindy had left earlier, not wanting Comet to lead Daisy astray into the water where Sheepdogs get muddy tangled and messy, and delicate collies merely get dewy feet.
Home again, I cut 2 large pieces of apple pie for my father to take home along with memories of a beautiful day. I just try to store him and my mother somewhere in my head and chest where the fullness feels like -(ready for some questionable prose as far as smooth and flowerey goes?) - it feels like the weight of a gallon milk jug filled with love and longing.
Today we hope to do lots more school work (we did a respectable amount last night around supper time) and hopefully we can go for a walk this afternoon. The bathtub fawcetts work great and the shower is nice and full like Isaac and Bethany's shower. Ray and Bill and my father did a great job.
Isaac called yesterday which helped make a perfect day.
Amidst the turkey and pies and wine and bread and Melody's amazing cheesecake - the plumbing to fix a leak for the newly installed bathtub fixtures, the singing of "Easter Carols" at the piano in 3 part harmony loud enough to wake the dead- we had a parade of 3 dogs and 5 humans down to Joy and Bernie's house to play in the sun.
My father,our 2 collies and I headed out into the wooded property to visit the beaver's clearing and see the massive trees they were taking down and gnawing into manageable lengths by the stream that they have pooled up in 4 places or so within its length. The sky clear, the air warm, the water sparkling the birds soaring and swooping, the tall water grasses gently moving. The dogs near, and far, and us not ever out of their sight - we know this by their character.
We crest a small hill to see where the biggest dam produces the expansive waters which at this time of year are smooth sailing and, just then, Melody's canoe comes drifting into view. We watch the small birds dart out of tiny holes in the hollow trees and the large geese landing on the grassy places in the middle of the lake of water and we can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
Somewhere else, down the street and around a corner, I was supposed to be greeting a friend who was to arrive by then at my house, but in a quick and firm decision I concluded that everything, everyone, could just wait.
Finally we all seemed to meet at exactly the same time, as if by some orchestrated event, as Melody debarked and Hope and Bernie came hand in hand to "go to Meema's house." Cindy had left earlier, not wanting Comet to lead Daisy astray into the water where Sheepdogs get muddy tangled and messy, and delicate collies merely get dewy feet.
Home again, I cut 2 large pieces of apple pie for my father to take home along with memories of a beautiful day. I just try to store him and my mother somewhere in my head and chest where the fullness feels like -(ready for some questionable prose as far as smooth and flowerey goes?) - it feels like the weight of a gallon milk jug filled with love and longing.
Today we hope to do lots more school work (we did a respectable amount last night around supper time) and hopefully we can go for a walk this afternoon. The bathtub fawcetts work great and the shower is nice and full like Isaac and Bethany's shower. Ray and Bill and my father did a great job.
Isaac called yesterday which helped make a perfect day.