Kahlil Gibran: You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
assimilating...
The weekend is over. I'm in bed, not likely to go far. The awnings go today, forever. The balcony will be closed, all windows and the door, until mid-August, best estimate. The family has come and gone, after a reunion that could have been a sitcom. What a marvellous group! Bill would have enjoyed them so much. I'll write some more later. I have a lot to assimilate...