One family has called to say they can’t make the trip from New York to our party tomorrow, which is too bad because we’ll miss them.
As I write, both our son and daughter and grandkids are stuck in traffic somewhere in Connecticut. They’re in different cars but there’s no contest about who will arrive first. I am, however, saying a soft prayer for their safe arrival.
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If you don’t see any posts from me for the next five days, it’s because I’ll be living a life void of silence, solitude and simplicity. July 4th is like that for us. Tomorrow, in the rain, there will be a road race (I’m a groupy), the traditional town parade that goes by our house, and our annual Forth of July party. Usually the party is outside—swimming, games, chatting, and eating. This year, except for the swimming of course, in will be indoors. My husband cleaned the barn and has organized arts and craft for the kids (and grownups). The grill and salads will be set up in the garage, and we will eat in the house. Tomorrow’s challenge is anything but simple.
Saturday we’re going with our kids and grandkids to Ft. Ticonderoga for a night before launching the two houseboats we have rented for two nights on Lake Champlain. A new experience for us all. Close quarters for six adults and four teens, and anything but silent or solitary.
The only inclement weather is tomorrow. The forecast for the rest of our holiday couldn’t be better for tooting about the lake.