Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Monday, July 15, 2013
A lot has happened since I last posted in June----finished an index on one book, settled on title for another book, and completed a proposal for still another. Also family activities with Laura and Bob here from NC for a few days. John celebrated his birthday on Saturday with a little surprise cake and ice cream from siblings who showed up unannounced. Good time, though I was distracted with customers. Then in the evening we took in our traditional White Caps game at Fifth Third Ball Park (a mile from our house) with Carlton and Kayla. July 13 is for me only secondarily John's birthday. More significantly it is the day in 1974 that I gave birth to a 9 lb., 12 oz. son, less that 2 hours after I had ridden to the hospital a mile away ON MY BIKE. But that's another story. Here is a pic of Mitch with broken arm, Ashley and Zach together on the hammock. They'd be scrapping were it not for their phones! Also a pic of daughters Sarah and Laura.