Sometime after
midnight, Elijah and Cecelie arrived on Thursday from northern Illinois . We’d texted, and I told them the door was
open and to find their beds and make themselves at home. I’ve been busy with appointments lately; and later
in the morning, they were still asleep when I had to keep a dentist
appointment.
By the time I came
home and fixed lunch, Brianna had already come over and carried them away. After lunch, I saw Sam’s car zoom up with
Anna aboard, and then there were three cars parked in the front yard. The cousins were having a confab on the
little circle of grass under the tree in the driveway probably plannning their
activities for the two days they could be together. Later Trent joined them. I enjoyed having the
familiar giggling and piano sounds once more as they came in and out of the
house. Their shoes in the front foyer
told me who was present when and who was sleeping over .
They are mostly all
grown up, and I know their together times will grow fewer in the busy years
ahead. Makes me sad and proud all at the same time. For years, a special treat
for me was for them to come and attend Vacation Bible
School in our village
church. Then one by one, as they outgrew Vacation Bible
School as students, they
pitched in to help as leaders.
They had originally
been scheduled to work in our VBS this week, but our leaders had to change the
date. Thus, our kids had this time
available to get together before all their other summer activities began. Even so, Brianna was working longer hours at
the local Dairy Queen so she could be away next week joining her high school
friends from Raymond in central Illinois in
their trip to work in VBS in Florida . Nevertheless, she crowded it all in and was
packed to leave early this morning. I
have enjoyed seeing the photos they posted as they traveled south today.
Katherine’s aide
had become sick and had to leave early
yesterday, so I went in to help after an earlier evening gathering. Seeing the beautiful full moon as I drove
home was my reward. I found Elijah still
at the computer when I went down to make sure he and Cecelie had seen the “Honey
Moon” so close to the earth that it looked larger. They had, and I went to bed
assuming they would be sleeping late this morning.
Full moons happen on
Friday the 13th more often, but this was the first “Honey Moon” on Friday the
13th since 1919, according to what I
read on the Internet. I won’t be around to see the next one.
No one was scheduled
at Katherine’s this morning and I went in to give her morning pills. I was
disappointed when I returned home and found
Lige and Cecelie’s note on the breakfast table that they had needed to leave at
ten for their long trip north. As always, the house seems very quiet when
Gerald and I are here alone after gramdkids visit.
I am excited, however, about the internship
Elijah will be participating in this summer in Chicago .
As I understand it, he will be one of 24 Illinois State
University students
spending their mornings helping a lead teacher in different neighborhood schools and their afternoons with
some community organization, Then they
will meet together for evening classes to complete their 8 to 8 daily
schedule. Sam and Cecelie, the
only grandchildren we have now still in
high school, will both be going to camps and on various trips that I hope to
hear about. Trent
will be in summer school when he is not gaming or living in his virtual world,
but he has plans to go to New York ,
and I will definitely want to hear about that.
Living vicariously through grandchildren’s lives and activities is
definitely broadening.
After supper this
evening, Gerald and I went down to his office computer to watch the USSSA
Pride, which our son Gerry is coaching this summer. They are in Chicago this weekend and Monday playing the
Bandits. Pride lost to Monica Abbot’s
great pitching, but it was so fun to see players we have watched down through
the years playing professional softball now.
Gerald remembers Gerry having him walk over to another field during a travel
team tournament one summer to watch Monica Abbott pitch while she was still in
high school.
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