Today I am joyously occupied with activities and sightseeing. My cousin got married last night in the chapel at the Silver Bay YMCA. The wedding was as all weddings are simply magical. The chapel were they took their vows was built in the late eighteen hundreds. It is of the sort you find all over the east coast with walls erected of local stone, and a high vaulted ceiling made of locally milled lumber.
The theme for the reception was Scotland where the two newly weds will spend their honeymoon. The guest tables represented the isles of Scotland, and each guest knew their seating arrangements by looking for their names on the rocks at the sign in table. On the backs of the rocks was writ the name of the isle or table where they were to sit. Beautiful.
Everyone made merry. The children, many and varied in age, height, gender and temperament, danced until the staff shut the ball room. Those who chose to imbibe of spirits did so with gleeful abandon having no worries of driving home.
I have reconnected with my family on my father's side, and I am thrilled to have this opportunity.
I arose this morning filled with energy. I began with a thirty minute run, then donned my swimsuit and did a few laps in the lake. Wow. You can actually swim in the water. It was cold, but the body adjusted quickly and the joy of swimming in a lake overwhelmed me. I cried. What else could I do?
After meditation, I went down to the boat house and checked out a kayak. The livery master suggested I head into the wind south on the lake, Lake George. I took his advice and went about a mile down to a point. The lake stretches out quite a ways, several miles perhaps, but I do not really care for the details of its geography. I yelled as the bow of the kayak cut into the foot chops spraying me with copious amounts of warm water. Such a rush! I am not afforded these opportunities in Alaska where the water can kill the unwary. I gave myself over to the rhythm of the strokes. Getting back was bit trickery as I had to adjust for following seas but the peace and quiet on the water made it worth the effort.
The day has not even begun to unfold. The wedding couple reserved the archery range for one p.m. Adults and small children will be notching arrows. Oh, pray that we all emerge from the experience unscathed.
I am the sole representative from my father's lineage. I am a bit sad, but feel privileged as well. I want to carry on my Grandma Fuller's tradition of keeping in touch with family and friends. I felt her spirit at the wedding. I had to stifle the urge to break out into a soulful rendition of "Sunrise, Sunset" from the musical Fiddler on the Roof. It was one of Grandma's favorites. Sigh. I resisted the urge, and let the moment pass. Still, it could still happen....
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