Surrounded by a loud cricket chorus, the sound almost deafening. The tempo is prestissimo this warm evening.
The past four months seem to have passed at up-tempo speed. Often people declare they can’t wait for fall, especially after the record days of temperatures in the nineties. I won’t miss the scorching hot days but I will miss the long warm daylight hours.
The last time I posted I had no idea that the very next day we’d receive news that Ed’s best friend, fishing buddy, Saturday morning coffee chats and confidant had unexpectedly, shockingly died in his sleep in the early hours of the morning. He was only 2 months into his 66th year.
Eric was almost bigger than life, unlike anyone we’d known before. There will never be another person like him; witty, an engaging story teller, an excellent preacher, friend, a laugh that invited others to laugh with him; the voice of a thousand characters; loved art, theater and a good book, and a deep thinker. He challenged us to think, to laugh, to look at life from different perspectives. He loved Jesus, his family, and his close friends with loyalty and abandon.
Ed misses Eric as the friend of his heart, I miss his encouragement and exhortation, especially in ministry and sermons. He sat in the front pew his final Sunday at church fully, enthusiastically engaged in the worship and message.
Summer seems to have passed as fast and blurred as the frantic pace of the crickets chirping outside. So many things happening, yet not.
On one level it doesn’t seem like much was accomplished. Work swung into a different rhythm getting the new website built, transferred, and the new cart working.
Oral surgery, avoiding the dentist, more oral surgery.
Low energy. Slow walks.
Books, friends from far and near. One week slipping into the next. Sunday message to Sunday message to primary focal points of the week.
Baking cakes each Wednesday for Ed to share with the dinner crew.
For long lengths of time I’ve avoided most social media, swooping in only long enough to get a sense of what’s happening. I rediscovered how much I love reading good fiction. And weaving.
The sweater for grandson Gus was finished in time for his 10th birthday.
After struggling for over a year to complete a sweater for Gus the Anker’s Summer Shirt was knit in just under a month, by far the quickest I’ve knit a shirt. It helps to have a straight forward, knit in the round from neck down pattern.
Yarn: Cascade Avalon, a cotton acrylic blend. I normally avoid acrylics but was captivated by the color. There was no resisting it.
This was a fun pattern, one I will most likely knit again.
Now that a post has been written after this long dry spell perhaps more will be forthcoming before the days of summer fade, the crickets’ chorus slows and memories dim.
The crickets’ song is slowing down as the warm of the day fades. Darkness is complete, bed is calling.