Four grown kids, six 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!
Some big excitement here the other evening. A former student of mine, who has kept in touch with my through years of wending her way through grad school, travel, and exploring career options, came to visit, and as the glass of wine turned into an easy invitation to stay for dinner, we chatted and noshed while Paul turned out a simple frittata and put together an apple brown betty with the gleanings my student had brought from her parents' tree.
As we caught up with our recent reading which, for N. revolved around Animal Studies, animal welfare, speciesism, etc., I jumped up sputtering, gesturing, and shouting as I moved outside. Paul and N. thought I'd seen something alarming, but I was welcoming these two Orcas. They took their time shuttling in and out of the water as they worked their way south, so I was able to get quite a few photos -- all of which confirmed my growing commitment to the purchase of a zoom lens! If you click on these to "embiggen" them, you'll at least be able to confirm that I saw cetaceans, but they're not frame-worthy photos. . . . Still, I'm happy to have a record of my first whale sighting in at least eight years.
Several seals clustered, understandably, in the shallow waters just off our beach. It is a bit sobering to note how close these big guys come to the water we swim in regularly, and, of course, we've paddled right through that route when we head out to nearby Snake Island. But then perhaps awe must always be tinged with fear as well as wonder, and anyway, we were experiencing our awe from the safety of our front deck. Sipping wine and nibbling on goat-cheese stuffed squashflower fritters. . . .