i'll go with you

For my one true love. My darling husband, Rick.

Con Te Partiro

Quando sono solo
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole
si lo so che non c'e luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole
se non ci sei tu con me
Su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai acceso
chiudi dentro me
la luce che
hai incontrato per strada

Con te partiro
paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te
adesso si li vivro
Con te partiro
su navei per mari
che io lo so
no no non esistono piu
con te io li vivro

Quando sei lontana
sogno all'orizzonte
e mancan le parole
e io si lo so
che sei con me con me
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me
mio sole tu sei qui con me
con me con me con me

Con te partiro
paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te
adesso si li vivro
Con te partiro
che io lo so
no no non esistono piu
con te io li rivivro
Con te partiro
su navi per mari
che io lo so
no no non esistono piu
con te io li rivivro
Con te partiro
lo con te

I'll Go With You

When I'm alone
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
Yes, I know there is no light
In a room where the sun is absent
If you are not with me
At the windows
Show everyone my heart
Which you set alight
Enclose within me
The light you
Encountered on the street

I'll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I'll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them

When you are far away
I dream on the horizon
And words fail
And yes, I know
That you are with me
You, my moon, are here with me
My sun, you are here with me

I'll go with you
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you
Now, yes, I shall experience them
I'll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I'll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer
With you I shall experience them again
I'll go with you
I with you

Be safe, my love, while you are out in the world. And come home soon.

All my love,

Sherri

harvest

If there is some tactile memory that is my teenage years in Shelley, Idaho, it is of the spud harvest. I can still taste the sweet-dirt grit that soaks through all your clothes and your skin and hair every day of the harvest and into your dreams at night. Pulling boards, driving truck, dropping lines, but mostly picking on the combines, day after day, until all the potatoes are safely away before the frost.

"harvest"--rough cut from Idaho Falls Magazine on Vimeo.

the family adventure continues

My darling husband has gone off to work in various parts of the world again, now until Christmas pretty much. My job in the meantime is to hold the fort down, keep the home fires burning, leave the light on. You know, start the dishwasher and put the garbage out.

Life is good. All three girls are in school at the moment. Son is working up to it. Grandson is being mainstreamed. All progress, and all good.

I have been writing every chance I can get. Which makes for a poor social life, and sometimes, or more than sometimes, my family has to make their own dinner. Hope to have the first draft finished and reviewed by December. Taking it to conference in February - at least that is the plan.

Rick has been working non-stop, including weekends. Someone over in Portland has a really great new tiled bathroom and shower, and someone else has a really great shed that humans could probably comfortably live in. He can post here to clarify, but I believe his job now is to put a routered edge on some new laminate tabletops for some hotel television stands.

Next weekend, Becca, Kristen and I will be driving up to Seattle to visit some of the little sibs and all their new (and old) progeny, as well as Papa and Grandma, who are flying up from Utah for the weekend. A mini-family gathering: Papa, Grandma, Amy, Seth, Sam, Ellie, Jayne, Scott, Amy, Susanna and baby Andrew Golden. It should be an adventure.

Family always is.

Sherri