“Are you ready for church?” I call downstairs.
”Yup. Be right there,” Gerry calls back.
And like we’ve done every Sunday for the past ten weeks, we gather in the den where I work some magic to get my phone display to broadcast on the big screen TV and we have church.
Afterward, we talk about what we gleaned individually from the message and how it influences our choices, then Gerry heads out to the back yard, where he’s laying out markers to indicate where the underground sprinkler runs in preparation for a building project, and I head downstairs to the woman cave and put watercolour paint on paper.
Later, we drive to the grasslands to an area Gerry was at with his hiking friends a few days earlier where the arrowleaf balsamroot flowers are still at their peak. We wander in a field and get down on the ground and shoot photos. It’s a beautiful way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Any afternoon.
And the low grind in the back of my mind is silent.
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Maya and I are guests at Kathy Pooler’s Memoir Writer’s Journey blog today. C’mon over and say hi!
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And in other news, The Presence of Absence releases tomorrow!!