Of Sleep and Sugar Water

Clockwise from top: Dad, Silas, Lucy, Carla

I'm done apologizing for not posting as often as I could/would/should. There is something funny about this place, this "cabin," that makes one sleepy. I took this picture on the first day -- the first day! -- of our family reunion last weekend. Note the supreme gravity draw on the two dobies and my pop. Carla's only just hanging on.

I cannot be expected to blog in whatever bizarre hyper-relaxatory field is produced here. [note to work: just kidding]

The reunion was a blast, but I won't show pics 'cause I mostly took photos of the kidlings. Carla and I floated the river, my dad and I put new gate posts in at the road, and it was a good turnout in great weather. Grandma was in terrific form, saucier and funnier than I've seen her in a couple years. She's our matriarch, no doubt.

Monique was missed and asked about. Because I have a big ol' head cold, I say this for her sake... I'm glad she's not here right now. My sinuses have a grand capacity, and my head is very thick these past few days. If she were here she'd be taking care of me, and I'd be more focused on plowing through this. As it is, I'm doing well taking care of myself (made a big pot of homemade chicken soup the other day), and sort of "being" with my fogginess.

The birds are keeping me alert, going through two cups of bird seed every couple days, and a cup of hummingbird food every four. The day lily is about to bloom, as are the coneflowers, and yesterday I made it outside long enough to pluck and chomp our first ever raspberry. How cool is that!