(033:  The Ohio & Erie Canal.  Akron, Ohio.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

It’s quiet and the house feels empty, almost an alien feeling after the past few days.  I find it hard to believe all the hoopla occurred over the course of only six days.  That’s just short of a week.  Time is a strange thing.  Sometimes it feels like the time has zoomed by.  Sometimes it feels like it’s been months since there was a sense of normality about life, the universe and everything.

M is back at work today.  The last of our guests (Wayne, Gisela, and Connie) left this morning.  Izzy and Bella (the cats), who are a little put off by visitors and changes in routine, are napping.  As for me, I can’t quite appreciate the silence just yet.  I’m fitting myself back into regular life.

I’ll be keeping fairly busy over the next few days, getting caught up on laundry and putting the house back in order.  The garden needs weeded, as does the pond.  I had M get out the giant rake for me so I can start on the pond today.  It’s a good day for it, sunny and expected to be hot.  If I happen to fall into the pond while pulling out weeds, it will probably feel good to cool off.

There’s so much to write about in terms of the wedding and all the people and events surrounding it.  I’m not sure where to start.  While I think about that, I’ll leave you with a bedtime conversation, edited a bit for personal reasons.

You want to know what my favorite part was?

What was your favorite part?

When we were riding to the church with the kids*.

Why was that your favorite part?

It was like old times, just the four of us together in the car.  It will probably be the last time that happens.

Yes, probably.

I was with the three people in the world who I can most be myself with…




I love you.

I love you, too.

*”The kids”:  Our two sons.