Rain. I will never complain about rain again, and I welcome the last week where it seems to have rained every day. I don't even mind the water in the basement. We had such a dry stretch from May into June we had to water the gardens. Never done that so early. And, even that still didn't help our asparagus and strawberry output. Measly. We have lettuce though, and for the first time cabbage heads are forming. So far, we've been able to keep the groundhogs and rabbits at bay, but I did see a hole inside the garden today. Stay tuned.
Any fathers out there? Was yours the best Father's Day ever? It was here. We zoomed with children and grandchildren, and our friends Charlie and Annie were here for a social distanced dinner. They just bought a place in Northhampton, so they will be dividing their time between North Carolina and Mass. We have a new member of the fathers club – welcome aboard Andrew S.
We heard Daniel came home for the big day out in Dundee. Claire is up at Green Lake, I think at the camp, but not with any campers. Andrew and Lur have hired some people to help out caring for Lur's parents in the evenings. They had to cancel their summer ritual of Green Lake this year.
Right now, Annie Dickson is somewhere east of Idaho and west of Illinois. She and Sankar packed up their apartment, put their things in storage and loaded up the car last Thursday. They have sent photos of two kitties exploring the car, hopefully not while on Rte 90 going 75 mph. Anyway, they expect to be here shortly after the 4th and move into their short-term lease in Great Barrington. Can't wait.
Today's a big day in Washington. Margaret went back to work, or at least went upstairs in their house to turn on the computer and log into work. Andrew has a few more weeks of leave, before he too starts back up, also working virtually from home.
Meanwhile, down in Brazil, Joe has a week or so more of his baby leave. Young John is putting on weight and he's just about the weight he would be if he went full term, which is today. We had some fun reading times with Thomas, over Zoom. Leonor looks strong, but tired. Wish we could go there, but I think Brazil's leaders are trying to vie with the U.S. for biggest coronavirus fumble.
My weekly letter slow-going scanning project unearthed this tidbit from August 1988 – "It was a busy week – with one very emotional moment. When we watched David and Paula drive from here on Tuesday morning (they had spent the night here), we were happy, so happy, to see them off together for a new home – all together. But it was surely sad, after all these fine years of picnics, pinochle, dinners, celebrations, etc, to know that one era was ending and another was starting…..."
What else? Mary is getting ready to head to Boston for her valve replacement procedure this week (Wednesday.) She has been on the phone with doctors and nurses with last-minute details. She also has been sewing corona masks with whales on them to sell at the Arrowhead shop whenever they open up. More importantly, she's back in the water, swimming in the lake, and smiling whenever she gets back home.
Down in Florida, John and Marilyn are just hunkered down, with strict following of social distancing. John has taken up early morning swims in place of going to the gym to workout. Tim has come over for dinner a few times.
We saw a good movie the other night (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood) and are in the middle of season three of Ozark – why are my favorite shows about drug traffickers? We finished another one with gripping endings to every show – Dead to Me.
That's about it from here – Happy 4th of July, everyone. Love from up here.
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