June 13, 2014

• we seven

  In this morning's mail, a box came with my name on it. When we opened it, we found a month's worth of achiras, herpitos and other Colombian treats. Inclosed, also, was a card from my grandchildren in Kissimmee, Johnny and Lina. Happy Father's Day, Grampa!

  Potato soup and cornbread for lunch. cantaloupe appetizers. Under my watchful eye, Mother forced herself to eat about half of hers. If she loses much more weight, a good stout breeze will carry her away one day. Marion arrived in time for lunch, but had already eaten. Ate some cantaloupe.

  Instead of playing cards, as we generally do on Fridays, I decided Mary and I should take Mother and Marion to see Andrea's new baby, Harrison. When we arrived, Harrison's other great-grandmother, Ruth, was already there. We had a good long, happy visit, we seven. Usually Mother begins to complain, after a short time, about being tired. Not today. We were at Andrea's for well over two hours. It was for me, ultimately, to get the ball rolling. I figured niece Andrea had had enough for one afternoon.

  

  Mary gets her baby-fix, while great-grandmother looks on.

  
  Did my heart good to see how much Marion and Mother enjoyed seeing Harrison and Andrea, and each other. At one point, the topic of vacations arose. Marion chirped in, "This is my vacation." As we took him home, he thanked me warmly for arranging the visit. If I were a person who cries, I would have shed a tear then.

  The tomatoes are looking good. Several are huge. Surely, I will have one to eat next week.

  120 lbs.

  74.5 °F, clear.

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