An Early Rise
Summer came. As I was not teaching during the school year, its arrival was not noticeable to me. But summer came anyway. My daughter and her husband and three kids came to visit Grandpa Karl, as I am now known, for a week in June at my adequately large house. My son brought his two kids over. The five grandchildren were now 15, 13, 12, 10, 10, and I was struck with a realization that my role as the mysterious loved grandfather would not last forever. But this summer, fun and fellowship were had by the whole gang of us, in Boulder and in the nearby mountains. And then the rest of the gang departed and I was again alone in the house.