On The Eve of Independence Day


Corn field at sunset north of Robins. You're boarding a plane to Europe, Amanda, so you're not in the field.

Corn field at sunset north of Robins. You’re boarding a plane to Europe, Amanda, so you’re not in the field.

At the moment, at 10:30 p.m., it’s a bit quiet here, but a few minutes ago a lot of firecrackers were going off in my neighborhood.

It is the eve of Independence Day, the day we celebrate divorcing the king so that we only pay attention to soccer briefly every few years.

The lack of firecrackers isn’t the only thing making it quiet around here.

They’re gone. Our English guests have fled the continent. As I write this, they have already boarded a plane in Detroit that will fly them across the Atlantic to Holland, where they will board the plane to Norwich. They are probably off continent and over the pond already.

Ready to load up for flight home--granddaughters in front of the house for the final time.

Ready to load up for flight home–granddaughters in front of the house for the final time.

Well, I hope the flight goes well, and I hope you get some rest. The next stage is jet lag, which I’m sure won’t feel much fun. Good luck with the adjustment back to UK time.

It was a blast having you. My wife noted that the oldest granddaughter was today listing all of the things that she did in America this summer, and bemoaning only that she had not gone to a beach. Well, it has just not been a beach summer so far in Iowa in 2014. Still, I think she enjoyed the visit to Iowa. I know I enjoyed having her, her sister and her parents.

I think the highlight of the visit wasn’t an event, but a series of events—the times when the cousins could get together. I’m glad that Lizzie and Juliet got to meet and play with Nikayla, Tristan, Amelia, Relena and two other young cousins. The final play date between the Moscous and the Sebers was this morning, and after time in a park we went to a restaurant for lunch, where Tristan sweetly told Juliet, “I will miss you.”

One goal Audrey and I have this summer is to try restaurants we have not eaten at before. Tommy's on Edgewood--which we and our daughter Nina ate at after the Moscous were left at the airport.

One goal Audrey and I have this summer is to try restaurants we have not eaten at before. Tommy’s on Edgewood–which we and our daughter Nina ate at after the Moscous were left at the airport.

Well, I will too. July is suddenly here and will pass in a flurry of biking and prep work for next year. Once RAGBRAI is over, the pace of prep for next year will pick up dramatically.

The good was good, but the crowd was a bit elderly.

The food at Tommy’s was good, but the crowd was a bit elderly.

Well, as I said before, June passed too quickly this year. Despite havoc from Mother Nature in the form of floods and torrential storms, it was an excellent month.

And sometime in the not too distant future, I hope to visit the Moscous in Norwich. But, it was great having you guys with us in Iowa. Please come again.

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