Great are the works of the Lord;
They are studied by all who delight in them.
Splendid and majestic is His work,
And His righteousness endures forever.
This is the Connecticut River Valley. You can see this view from the top of Sugarloaf Mountain, one of the stops Wendell and Marion took us to on our way back from the Yankee Candle Extravaganza. Wendell and Marion are teaching us that Massachusetts has much more to it – rolling fields, bird-chirping woodlands, quaint preserved towns – than Worcester’s ageing, rusted-out industrial filth. So we are gaining an appreciation of the East Coast before we leave after all.
Yesterday Ian and I enjoyed a quiet, laid-back Fourth of July. Ian read aloud to me while I puttered about putting up posters and pictures to reduce the starkness of our walls. The bedroom, with its high ceilings and blank white walls, particularly needed some decoration. In the evening our old roommate Eric knocked on our door, surprising us, and invited us over for a dinner of homemade pizza. We brought salad. I am glad to have seen him, because when I leave for Seattle on Saturday odds are I’ll never see him again. That is the nature of college and its relationships; my time is coming soon, when I part from everybody and start all over again. This bothers me less than I expected because I know Ian will go with me wherever I end up.
I slept until 6:30 today. I consider this quite an accomplishment, and anticipate perhaps even getting up at 7:00 tomorrow. Oh boy!