There was the matter of Serenity. I washed yellow shirts in one batch, green in another. When the green batch was filled to almost the top, they were standing in the storage room and set aside the tent and sleeping bags. I added a touch of fabric softener so the shirts wouldn’t static and lowered the lid. Four years, going to school and selling security systems, and returned from Oregon here three days ago of recent split with her boyfriend. Ten minutes later the yellow and green clothes were done, each batch was folded before the friends were done with their water and the doggies, Rocko and Mocha, left off steam on a patch of grass. Once Serenity and I hugged, she asked about delivering babies, and I cried as I told them about the beautiful one last night. I offered the boys cheesy eggs and toast, one piece topped with strawberry jam, the other with honey. Morgen had been gone since yesterday and didn’t have much appetite, except for smiles from Reney, which he tugged on some shorts and pleaded with her to give. Anything to improve his spirits and help him boat on the lake for an extra hour or two.
