Four grown kids, five delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
It's been busy 'round here. But we're not just changing beds and cooking meals and washing dishes.
We've had some lively conversations, consumed numerous bottles of very decent wine, eaten some wonderful meals together, watched the charming antics of two young girls (a generous, funny, bright eight-year old inspiring adoration and emulation and many giggles from an energetic and chatty 2).
And last night, after five guests had departed, and the five of us left here had all napped or read quietly in comfy big chairs, we sat at the beach after dinner. And pretended there was sunshine on this summer evening.
And some of us paddled. And splashed. And "got sumpin in my shoe" (again, and again, until someone decided barefoot might be easier)
And dads skipped rocks.
And moms sat contentedly on logs.
And songs might have been sung.
And blessings may even have been counted . . .
All is summer good, saving the recalcitrance of the sun (the forecast does show that it should be shining tomorrow and perhaps for the rest of the week, although temps will stay in the low to mid-20s).
This v-formation, flying southwards, has me a bit worried, however . . . .