Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Yet it is full...

Studying with laptop balanced on one thigh, reading glasses perched askew on my nose, and I realize my youngest has not attempted to distract me in several minutes.  Stopping and listening carefully, I hear my oldest girl reading in very animated tones to the Hurricane.  A pause. A question. An answer.  Giggles. Laughter.  I can imagine their heads leaning together, poring over one of Grandma Kay’s books, reading the inscription and the date.  Yes, I am studying, but my heart is smiling as broadly as my mouth.

It’s a simple life. Maybe boring to some.  Yet it is full. 

Work. Chores. Son made a plain yummy supper and all four of us visited and laughed at memories of reading “Little House on the Prairie” years ago when we first moved to Jennis Bay. Tidy up. A quick walk and toy retrieval from the park, then back home to study while Hurricane plays and Charlie finishes her own homework.

Funny how the house seems smaller without 11 Majors in residence. There is a smaller family within, and only one cat, one hamster.  Yet it is full.



Watching “The Secret of Roan Inish,” thinking of St. Patrick’s Day approaching. My grandmother, Irene, was born 116 years ago. Irene Waller. She was quite a woman.  Charlie asked if we might save up and go to Ireland.  Yes. It is within the realm of the possible. Oh, the sound of the pipes, the fiddle, the mournful wail of the whistle, and the beauty of that land and its people in the country, in the West.  A simple life. Maybe boring to some.  Yet it is full. 

Well… back to studying. 18 months goes fast enough. Wait! 16 months now 


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