It's the Fourth and I have no sunburn
Friday was the Fourth of July.
Normally I would celebrate by awaking early from the morning sunlight reflecting off Lake Chelan and streaming through my window. I would curse the early sunrise and roll back over, but the lake would beckon me. Besides, direct sunlight begins to fade around 4 and it's one hell of a cold swim after that. So I would get up. I might stumble downstairs around 8 am and make myself some breakfast from the plethora of cereals I have come to associate with being at the Grout's. I might take my cereal to the deck. Eh, I might eat it in front of the TV with Ben and Hailey (the cabin has cable!) Slowly, the remainder of the Grout's would begin to wake -- they're late sleepers -- and we would chat about the finer points of sunscreen application.
The day would pass lazily on the deck. The company would be comfortable and the conversation would be easy. We are all so familiar to one another. Stephanie and Chris would fry. Sally and Doug would take Ben and Hailey to mini golf and ice cream at the Alpenhorn. The boys would take the boat out and I would devour all the books and chips I could get my hands on.
Later, the men would grill. Sally would slice fruit for the ever-present fruit salad and Steph, Chris and I would make fresh salsa and guacamole to tide us over until dinner is ready. And then we would watch fireworks.
For me, this is the epitome of contentedness. I am rarely homesick in Korea, so my emotion surrounding this holiday caught me off guard. It's a good thing I had all that soju to help make me feel better.
Oh, and I lost my phone. Happy Fourth of July!