A Tuesday Evening at our House

I just finished reading A Severe Mercy, an autobiography about a man and his marriage, and later, his wife's death. I have been reading for hours. First, I was laying on the warm rocks outside. And then as the sun began to set, I took the book into my parents' living room, where I am still sitting.

Most of the family is here. Mom is on the couch, mending someone's jeans. Dad is at the dining table, looking at his itinerary for tomorrow. (He'll be interpreting for a Plautdietsch immigration case in Dallas). Elona and Jessica are doing homework.