Sometimes you think nothing really happened when these letters get started and then … POW! The memory kicks in.
The first of the month saw Margaret and Andrew moving to their new house. A block away. Mary and I went down to help in the only way we knew how. Watch Simon. And that meant the farmers' market, the pool, pulling the wagon with stuff, MacDonald's and other assorted diversions. Fun. Meanwhile back at the ranch, Margaret and Andrew were exhausting themselves crating things back and forth and then supervising the professionals who came to move the big stuff. By the time we left Monday morning (and Simon back at camp), they were in their new house with a bit of a mess to clean up. But happy. It's very nice. The best part, from Simon's vantage point, was the doorbell. I say "was" because his mother was threatening to dismantle it after the first 78,286 rings.
On the way home, we checked in with Paula who is feeling much better, and told us about Donald and Everett and their outdoor adventures. The picture of Everett fishing looks a little like his grandfather.
The group in London was settling in, visiting the sites, and then off to Portugal to visit Leonor's family until their shipment clears customs and they can move into their permanent quarters back in their new hometown. Fun to see the photos at Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, the Tower Bridge and the double-decker buses.
Further east, in India, Annie and Sankar continue to move forward on their project, breaking ground for a fence, a pond and making their first plantings. Progress.
Closer to home, we see that a New Jersey contingent went down to a Maryland contingent to spend time with Sean and Erin's two little boys, growing up so fast.
Has the shine from the Poconos worn off yet? I found the letter written after our 2015 reunion, the first in the annual treks (except for COVID). Check it out and see how far we've traveled: July 2015. A thought: when you look at the website, you can find old weekly letters, dating back to 2008. Also, remember, you can add your own letters and/or updates simply by sending an email to popsweeklyletter.bubbles@blogger.com.
Winter in the Berkshires is kind of lonely, and every year we wonder if we have any friends left. Then summer arrives, and we play host to a steady stream of family and friends, and we forget about being lonely. But that's true with most folks in this neck of the woods. We were lucky to have Mary's book group descend, ahead of some Foreign Service friends and then another FS friend from Cornell, and tomorrow it'll be Margaret and Simon for a week. We also made time to head over to Northhampton for a day of hiking and bridge.
And we even squeezed in a one-day trip to Waltham where I underwent a procedure to get ready for radiation in September. Kind of knocked me out but I'm back on my feet again. Mary's been in the water quite a bit, helping to teach school children how to swim.
Will someone tell the summer boss to slow down a little. We love these short, sandal and tee-shirt days.
Love from up here.
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