It’s not vacation when we come to Ohio – it’s normal life transplanted – but it feels different here. California is dry with reliably sunny blue skies; Ohio is intensely green and the weather wildly variable. In crowded Silicon Valley we would have signed up kids for summer activities in January; in low-key Columbus we can make plans on the fly, or not at all.
After three years living here full time, the kids settle right back in for summer. The girls went cruising on the Ezy Rollers.
And after a long travel day, the boys were content to chill in front of the TV.
I love the trees here. Full and green in the summer and flaming colors in the fall.
Even a sunny day in Ohio can turn quickly dark with clouds – the picture below was taken just a few hours after the one above. I learned the hard way never to leave car or house windows open, even on the clearest of days.
A Californian would look at this picture and think you’d need a sweater. An Ohioan would know it could be 90 degrees out.
We arrived in time for my in-laws’ golden wedding anniversary. My father-in-law is in the late stages of Alzheimer’s disease, so it was a bittersweet celebration. He and my mother-in-law met in eighth grade, got married after college, raised four fantastic children and have 13 grandchildren.
Even in his agonizingly reduced state, in his small moments my father-in-law is as cheerful, humorous and ornery as ever. And true to her vows 50 years ago, my mother-in-law is as devoted to him in sickness as she always was in health.
Cheers, Dave and Patti, to a spectacularly successful life and marriage together.