But I did manage to squeeze out Five Things for this Friday -- you will note that they skew heavily toward the Nana side of my life!
1. We hiked the Grouse Grind again this week, but this time we did it at a 7-year-old's pace -- which turned out to be a surprisingly decent pace. Also surprising was how little the 7-year-old complained on what is really a demanding workout -- although she was quick to emphasise, on the way home, that she won't be wanting to do it again this year. At all. (apologies if you've seen these photos already on Instagram)
2. As this post title notes, rain is colouring my world grey and wet and cool today -- it's been tiptoeing around the edges of the days here for the last week, but it settled in quite seriously yesterday. We'd popped out for a celebratory dinner last night (I'll tell you in #5), but were home cozying up with a movie by 8:10, when I happened to glance out the window and see that it looked -- well, Dark, out. You know, dark and stormy? As in Fall . . . Dark. . . Shorter Days, Longer Nights . . .Winter Coming. . . .
Could it be? Is summer really coming to an end? Are you ready for that?
3. Thanks to my daughters' prompting, I finally got to a yoga class last week. It was pretty cool to be in a class with two adults I grew from scratch, and I was so pleased to find that the studio feels like a good fit and is only a ten-minute walk from our new home. I bought a ten-session pass and plan to get to another class this weekend. Ideally, two or three classes a week will become a nurturing habit, but I'm going to be patient with myself in establishing that. Just have to remember how good I feel in Shavasana. . . .
4. As for feeling good, the seven-year-old and I flooded the room with endorphins this past week reading Junie B. Jones books out loud to each other. Truly, there's nothing like watching a newly competent reader -- whom you have watched grow far too quickly from infancy -- reading aloud to you with lively expression, "doing the voices," and, especially, cackling with delight at the book's abundant humour. She belly-laughed to the point of tears a number of times, and let me tell you, Pater and I found that laughter pretty contagious. When her dad picked her up yesterday before dinner, his schedule was seriously interrupted by a rereading of a surprisingly high number of "the best parts" -- which had completely retained their power to reduce us to giggles. Highly recommended for Sixes, Sevens, and probably Eights. And the odd Sixty-Somethings. . . ;-)
5. And what were we celebrating (see #2), you might wonder? Well, after an entire summer of playing nice and waiting patiently and ignoring any possibility of Things-That-Could-Go-Wrong with our Contract to Purchase, yesterday morning (after one nasty shock of our bank messing up so that instead of funds being neatly transferred by wire, Pater hopped on his bike and pedalled madly off to arrange a bank draft which he then delivered to the notary's office so that she could walk it to a bank branch. . . kickin' it old school still works, but it was a bit hairy there for a half hour or so) yesterday morning, as I was saying, we got the call that the deal had been officially completed. Possession date isn't for a few days, but it seemed worth raising a glass of bubbles (mine filtered upward through a lovely Crémant de Bourgogne, his ascended through a pint of Warsteiner Dunkle Lager). Home Sweet Home, can't wait to build a new nest. Pictures here, next week, as we gradually unpack and figure out what goes where.
But for now, Pater and I are heading off for another French lesson. And those of you in North America, at least, are getting ready for the last long summer weekend, your Labour Day picnic baskets ready. . . May the ants and the rain spare your celebration, but if those two picnic-spoilers are persistent, may you find a cosy spot indoors to contemplate the upcoming joys of fall. . . Happy Weekend, wherever you are and whatever the weather. . .