I was out on the boat when Tropical Storm Arthur decided to become a hurricane. I had planned to come back in on Thursday afternoon but pulled up anchor on Wednesday and came back to the dock. It was a wise decision because the rain bands, winds and seas from the storm would have been unpleasant to ride out at anchor.
Then July 4 came on Friday. It was a bright sunny day that could have used a bit more wind. We sweltered at the marina where some friends gathered to watch the evening fireworks and have a pot luck dinner. But the sea breeze came in later in the afternoon and cooled us down.
We had a nice evening. The fireworks were good. The conversation was thought-provoking. A British lady and a couple from France were there to give thoughts on the American Revolution. We talked about how the French were our great allies in defeating the British. And we joked with our British friend about whipping up on Cornwallis, leading to the surrender at Yorktown. We talked about so many things until the wee hours of the morning--dangers of processed food, compromised auto-immune systems, medical care in the US compared to Britain and France, and how good it is to be able to have these discussions without rancor, without the animosity that seems to pervade the news and labels a person as being right wing or left wing. I believe these were open-minded people, willing to listen and discuss. Good times, good food, and intelligent conversations.
My wife has a head cold that she is nursing. And I am nursing her as much as she will allow. The coughing makes me concerned because a sponsee has pertussis, Whooping Cough, and has been very sick. Evidently, Whooping Cough has reached epidemic proportions on the West Coast where he recently visited. I am protective of C. and don't want her to do too much. But it is hard for her to not do. But I suspect today we will take a nap together and snuggle next to each other. It is one of those days where not much can be done, except relax.
I talked with my first sponsor who has stage IV lung cancer. He is moving in with his son and his family because he can not stay at the retirement home where he has been living. He is accepting of what is to come. I have accepted it also. But I can imagine how hard it must be to give up personal freedom and know that a sick diseased body is what is left. I sincerely hope that his remaining life won't be difficult with prolonged suffering. He says that some nights are hard because he is afraid. I understand and ask myself if any person can be fully accepting of death. Do we not still hold out hope that some miracle will happen to restore vitality to our body? I don't know but hope that he is content surrounded by his children and grandchildren.
So I'll leave you with some photos from the past week. This is early July in the Lowcountry.