Four grown kids, five delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I've recently moved with my husband from a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island to a condo in the city (Vancouver). Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist in this urban life after 60!
I'll be in one of those long meetings most of the day, the kind I hate calling a "retreat," because if I were really retreating, I'd be in my garden.
But let's pretend, 'kay? I'm in my garden, and if you join me there, I'll offer you a glass of wine or a cup of tea and we'll sit and chat and soak up some sunshine. . .
After the day's long meeting, Pater and I have a French lesson, trying to limber up our tongues for next month's travels. . .
I expect to be completely exhausted by the time I get home at the end of the day, but these blooms are sure to refresh. . .
And I'll look ahead to the weekend -- the daughter with the growing belly has invited us to join her and our son-in-love on a Mother's Day hike. In deference to said belly (scheduled to deflate sometime in August), she promises the hike will be a gentle one. This recent marathoner is grateful.
Also coming up on the weekend, last opera of the season, Don Carlo, a new opera to us.
Lovely doings, in other words, over in Vancouver. . . .
but my garden will be waiting for me to come back and sit