My husband is putting the pickets up on the railing around the deck. I flit in and out. I've worked on my epic poem some - it's getting close. And we've dreamed and talked and remembered while doing simple chores all morning. We've reached some consensus on what comes next as far as the remodel. That's a good thing!
While we worked and visited, I laughed at how the balls and floaties would no longer sail between the railing and wait patiently for retrieval at the bottom of my hill. "Boy, we could have used this," I commented. Yet inside I giggled at the games that we invented to manage retrieval when all available toys made it out under the boat or trampoline or behind the wall or deck. Well, we won't have to do that again. The thought is happy/sad.
Working around my pool is curious. For so long it's been a busy hubbub of laughter and splashing and various games. It is so quiet and still now. Yet there, this morning, was a sense of joy. It was like a neighbor child standing at the fence smiling, now giggling, saying "Wanna come play?" I left a few floaties in place just in case I become thoroughly convinced! Yes, the pool is missing the children. Me too.
Long separated toddler friends, my neighbor's niece came to swim with my granddaughter. That's another story.
Blessings
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