Wednesday, July 10, 2013

No Texting in the Outfield

"Wait how am I supposed to text with this thing on?"

On our vacation in Michigan, we piled my brother's kids and ours into the car and took them to play some softball.

We let the kids bat first.  My not-so-sporty kids were at least able to hit the ball.  Though the bat looked like it weighed more than my son and Jess and Alyss decided to ballet leap to first instead of run.

When it was the kids' turn in the field, I handed Jess my glove.  She put it on and looked down at her hands confused and asked, "Wait, how am I supposed to text with this thing on?"

I laughed but wondered if there is any hope for her.

Kathy :)

Monday, July 8, 2013

The Fog Lifting

Jess and Alyss playing with their cousins in Michigan
Ok so I've been kind of missing in action lately but I've really needed some time off to think and get some other things done.  I'm not sure if it was the death of my grandfather, to whom I was very close, or other stress, but ever since the end of  the A-Z, I felt like I was walking around with a fog in my head. I couldn't seem to focus on my writing.
But after a couple months off and spending a lovely week in Michigan with our extended families, the fog seems to be clearing. It was wonderful to be up there and have fun with the whole family, relaxing and listening to all the kids goofing around together.  

We went up to my grandpa's cottage which now belongs to my mom and dad.
It was odd to be there.  I thought there would be this big hole without him there.

His empty chair on the porch,
His empty fishing boat rocking lonely in the waves
The fire in the fireplace untended.

Our last morning there
His red and black plaid jacket still hung by the door.
But as his coat hung in our presence so did his spirit.
He was still there, just formless.
In everything he was there.

We could all feel him like he had never left.
Holding all of us together
In this place where we spent so much time with him,
His favorite place.

He was still waiting for us.
And he always would be.  

Our last morning there began with a mist rising from the glass-calm lake, then the sun rose and burned through the fog.
Allowing the light to shine down.

I hope you are all having a wonderful summer!
I miss all of you.  I think I will probably be blogging only twice a week for a while, until I get back in the swing of things.

Kathy :)