Going Places For the Summer

The last few months have not been about writing.

The last several months have been about making things and going places—so that’s what I have to write about.

The “making things”

Grandson Alex graduated from high school in May, and I decided that I wanted to crochet an afghan for him.

We were traveling to Kentucky for the graduation, but I didn’t want to tote a bulky afghan on the plane.

Since I was planning to mail it and didn’t get started until early April, I was a little anxious about being able to finish it in time.

I worked on it steadily for all of April and about half of May, and I did manage to get it in the mail. It arrived in Kentucky the same day we did!

Crochet an Afghan

Going Places

The Kentucky trip was our first “going places” for the summer.

We had a wonderful time, enjoying Alex’s graduation, spending time with son Tim and his wife Marianne and with Alex’s sisters, who traveled up from Texas.

Eldest grandchild Rachel had just finished her bachelors in music education at Texas State, so we were celebrating her graduation too.

Bill and I spent a day at the local botanical garden and visited a nearby aviation museum, and Tim treated all of us to an evening of minor league baseball from the comfort of the skybox that he rents for business purposes.

Chicago Skyline

Egyptian Mummy

Dinosaur Bones

Egyptian Drawing and Art

A Cockpit of Old Plane

Wright Brothers Plane

In early June, son David’s company made some staff reductions and he found himself without a job.

He had a new one lined up within two weeks, with an August start date, but we were faced with a dilemma.

We had been planning his long-dreamed-of trip to Chicago to visit the Field Museum of Natural History for October.

That wasn’t going to work when he had just started a new job. We put together our Chicago trip on quite short notice and spent an intense week visiting the Field, the Shedd Aquarium, the Museum of Science and Industry, and the Art Institute of Chicago.

Going Places Phase 2!

I spent the time just “being.”

No poems, lots of pictures, and a lovely time with my husband and my son.

I’ll try to get back to poems soon.