Here’s how the return from my writing residency went down. No sooner had I merged onto the interstate from St. Joseph, the cell phone rang. The two kids back in Fargo needed assistance, which my daughter deemed urgent. The stress level began to slowly rise until it reached normal operating level. Goodbye sunflowers. Goodbye quiet walks. Goodbye days of not having to be mindful of food prep. When I reached the lake town where the other three kids had been dwelling, I was greeted with open arms that would not let go. That was very nice indeed. The next day, we all converged briefly for a 41st birthday celebration for DH Troy. The best part: I didn’t host! His brother did, and what a feast we had. It was a crab and shrimp boil by the lake. While we waited for the boil to bubble, our nephew caught a salamander and happily shared it with all the party-goers. After DQ cake, it was time to depart again. DH headed east on business, I headed west with a van full of chicklets, and bam! Real life has quickly come back to order!
Oh, but I am still so grateful for all of it, despite the harriedness of this life. I am grateful for the chance to be still for just a while. And I am grateful for the liveliness that awaited.