We return on June 24th.
You can all stop by and keep Emily and Ben company while we're gone. Or have them over for popcorn and conversation in the evening.
And we would all appreciate your prayers, not least because for the third time this winter/spring I got a sore throat that expanded down into my lungs and triggered the whole asthma/cough/achy/fatigue/feels-like -pneumonia routine. I think I'm just worn out; that's the problem.
One thing I had to get done before we leave was my column for the paper. As always I didn't have anything to write about and debated about sending my editor an email: "I QUIT." Three times I started writing about something and then stalled at 400 words.
Then in digging through some old papers I found some notes on when we got all these new little trees, and I remembered how it felt like such a battle of wills, with my family ganged up against me, and I also recalled that after one of my last trips I inspected these little trees and they all survived, so voila a story for which we hope for the best.
Here's one of the false starts:
[And here I felt I was overreaching for a Great Life Lesson from a memory out of second grade, so I quit. I guess the column started, but it would not go.]
P.S. If you're wondering why little Amish students were reading about cars, it's because in those days we used castoff textbooks from the public schools.
Quote of the Day:
"Ben says if Dad ever becomes President, it'll be to have less stress in his life."