Spring is rushing into Tinker Creek, a great brown sea that rewrites the entire landscape. It's probably something that happens every year. Downing weak trees, washing away pastures. When all is said and done, after the snow has melted and runoff charged through, Tinker Creek will settle into summer. New and wide.
Greetings from Grand Rapids. It has been a long day of travel. As we drove, we passed through valleys where spring runoff had flooded pastures, the waves practically lapping at the roads. Yes, like Dillard, I saw quite a few bodies of water that looked big enough for the Queen Mary to come sailing by.
It was a relatively painless journey. Yes, my seven-year-old son had a few meltdowns. Yes, my daughter wanted to abandon her brother at a Subway in Gaylord, Michigan. And, indeed, my wife over-packed yet again. We came down here with a small grocery store in the back of my sister's van.
The members of our Grand Rapids landing party include myself, my wife and daughter and son, my sister, and my daughter's boyfriend. We have three days of dance competitions and eating and shopping ahead of us. I'm going to try to make the best of my time down here, because it will probably be the only vacation I get this summer. (By the way, it is seventy degrees down here. For a Yooper, that sort of feels like July.)
I am happy. I'm with people I love. The weather's great. I'm about a half mile away from a Barnes & Noble. Tomorrow, I get to see my daughter dance and have a really good steak dinner, hopefully.
Marty is a very happy saint this evening.
|My daughter and her boyfriend|