September 2007
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September 01 - Vermont
September began with a Towle Family Reunion. It was a laid back affair without a huge
gathering: Helen, Mom, Ethel, Lewis, Nancy, Jim, Sheryl, and Mark. In addition, we were
joined by Kay Orlandi, with Paul and Sandy.
Since Jim was injured...
...I took charge of the barbecuing.
Something about the way I was proceeding produced a remarkable recovery on Jim's part
and he hobbled to the grill and assumed his traditional role at these gatherings.
September 02 - Vermont
Today, we mostly relaxed in the wake of the family gathering. Suze moved onto the porch
to fully experience the pond and write a poem about it.
Actually, this came after her poetic work was done. She composed a wonderful poem
that seemed to capture the spirit of the Walton Pond.
That night, we entertained Christy and Mary with dinner at the camp. It was a relaxed,
congenial completion for a relaxed day.
September 03 - Vermont
A highpoint of today was the appearance of a fawn, knee-deep in lunch. The sad part
of it is that it was apparently a late issue and will be especially challeneged by the
onset of winter. Here's hoping.
September 04 - Vermont
Our last day in camp, we divided our attentions among packing, cleaning, and good-byes.
When we went to pick up Mom for a final dinner, we discovered that the Greensboro
Big Dig of 2007 had begun. I don't have to tell you it's thrown the town into transit
chaos.
We had an early dinner at the Village Diner in Hardwick and turned in early.
September 05 - Ashland, OH
Eager to get on our way, we were up at 4:00 a.m. and on the road by 5:15.
Although we had planned three days for the return trip, Hot Springs Village
was calling to us, and I drove 12 hours: depositing us in Ashland, OH, for the
night.
September 06 - Back home
We went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, but I was up and at the
computer at 11:00 p.m. I had kind of finished the first draft of The Kingdom,
but I wasn't really happy with the final chapter, Chapter 45. It started to take
form in my mind while sleeping, and I worked until about 1:00 a.m., happy
with the result. The first draft is now officially complete.
We got up at 4:00 a.m. and were on the road by 4:39. A couple of hours later,
the road looked like this.
By driving 14 hours the second day, we got home by late afternoon. Realize that we had
spent a few weeks earlier, feverishly unpacking, moving into 51 Doblez Circle, getting the
furniture arranged, creating my wonderful study--and then we left! Now, we were finally
getting back to a point where we could enjoy what we had put so much effort into creating.
When we got home, we found it had been well guarded in our absense.
September 01 - Vermont
September began with a Towle Family Reunion. It was a laid back affair without a huge
gathering: Helen, Mom, Ethel, Lewis, Nancy, Jim, Sheryl, and Mark. In addition, we were
joined by Kay Orlandi, with Paul and Sandy.
Since Jim was injured...
...I took charge of the barbecuing.
Something about the way I was proceeding produced a remarkable recovery on Jim's part
and he hobbled to the grill and assumed his traditional role at these gatherings.
September 02 - Vermont
Today, we mostly relaxed in the wake of the family gathering. Suze moved onto the porch
to fully experience the pond and write a poem about it.
Actually, this came after her poetic work was done. She composed a wonderful poem
that seemed to capture the spirit of the Walton Pond.
by
the pond
the clear surface of water
is moving with the breeze,
trees are rustling too
i can hear crickets and birds
chirping as they playfully leap
from branch to branch
little bugs, all kinds of them,
land on a leaf
or strut by on the grass
this land is theirs
and we are their guests
what a privilege
the beauty, the quiet and
the calmness, will call us
back next year
so we can again renew
and find within ourselves
what man has forgotten
the clear surface of water
is moving with the breeze,
trees are rustling too
i can hear crickets and birds
chirping as they playfully leap
from branch to branch
little bugs, all kinds of them,
land on a leaf
or strut by on the grass
this land is theirs
and we are their guests
what a privilege
the beauty, the quiet and
the calmness, will call us
back next year
so we can again renew
and find within ourselves
what man has forgotten
That night, we entertained Christy and Mary with dinner at the camp. It was a relaxed,
congenial completion for a relaxed day.
September 03 - Vermont
A highpoint of today was the appearance of a fawn, knee-deep in lunch. The sad part
of it is that it was apparently a late issue and will be especially challeneged by the
onset of winter. Here's hoping.
September 04 - Vermont
Our last day in camp, we divided our attentions among packing, cleaning, and good-byes.
When we went to pick up Mom for a final dinner, we discovered that the Greensboro
Big Dig of 2007 had begun. I don't have to tell you it's thrown the town into transit
chaos.
We had an early dinner at the Village Diner in Hardwick and turned in early.
September 05 - Ashland, OH
Eager to get on our way, we were up at 4:00 a.m. and on the road by 5:15.
Although we had planned three days for the return trip, Hot Springs Village
was calling to us, and I drove 12 hours: depositing us in Ashland, OH, for the
night.
September 06 - Back home
We went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, but I was up and at the
computer at 11:00 p.m. I had kind of finished the first draft of The Kingdom,
but I wasn't really happy with the final chapter, Chapter 45. It started to take
form in my mind while sleeping, and I worked until about 1:00 a.m., happy
with the result. The first draft is now officially complete.
We got up at 4:00 a.m. and were on the road by 4:39. A couple of hours later,
the road looked like this.
By driving 14 hours the second day, we got home by late afternoon. Realize that we had
spent a few weeks earlier, feverishly unpacking, moving into 51 Doblez Circle, getting the
furniture arranged, creating my wonderful study--and then we left! Now, we were finally
getting back to a point where we could enjoy what we had put so much effort into creating.
When we got home, we found it had been well guarded in our absense.
Need
I say more?
