Wednesday, June 16, 2010

2 Things

One -- it happened. I'm turning into my parents. We decided on Saturday morning that we could indeed make a trip to our old hometown for our nephew Tommy's graduation party. Bonus -- we'd get to see a couple of our kids and grandkids. But we had very limited time if we both went. Tom leads worship at our church so we couldn't leave before noon-thirty-ish (if I took him with me...and since he wanted to go and I didn't relish the thought of driving the distance alone...he was going with me). He also had to be back to prepare a breakfast at work on Monday morning. So zip-zip we decided to leave after church, drive 3 hours, stay 3 hours, and drive back 3 hours. My parents used to do those kind of crazy trips. And yes, I thought they were nuts. What does that make me? Nutty too. Wonderfully nutty, frivolously spontaneous -- Tom and I enjoy each other's company in the car (as do my mom and dad when they travel), we had the priviledge of congratulating my brother's youngest son on his graduation and acceptance to a fine art school (I don't know if it's a school of fine arts, I just know it's a prestigious art school), and we got to see our kids and have a serendipitous opportunity with the little ones. We're bonding through quality moments since we're lacking in quantity of face-to-face moments.

Two -- should I save this for tomorrow? Problem is in my vocab "tomorrow" means some other day when I get around to it, 2-3 days or 1-2 weeks ;-). So I'll mention it and expound later. I mowed in the nursery last evening while Tom ran the big tractor on the outer perimeter and nearby fields. It's absolutely exhilarating to me, mowing. I love the exercise. I love the look of the little Christmas trees all in a row. I love the reward of having rescued the littlest seedlings from weeds. When the field is terribly overgrown, which it wasn't last night, I sing an old hymn Rescue the Perishing while I mow.

Just about dusk, Tom moved out of sight and hearing distance with the tractor. That's when my imagination goes amok. It's dark in the surrounding woods...that's the part I'll save for "tomorrow".


Nathan said...

What happens next?!?

Anonymous said...

Three is a charm ... brother Tom here signing in as anonymous due to "comment as" difficulties. I have written two notes that did not go thru, I trust this one will.

It was so nice to see you at Tommy's graduation. Thanks for making the 3-3-3 "crazy" trip that reminds us of our parents. You could call Tommy's school a fine arts school. MICA (Maryland Institue College of Art) does have a wonderful renown and Tommy is fortunate to be attending such a fine life prep institution. While a late comer to the arts, he is an enthusiastic and hungry photographer. We are so happy for him. Thanks so much for making the trip and helping to make a special day even more special. We love you guys ... very much. Take good care and enjoy that long canoe trip. Love, Tom