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!
I am recovering from a first-ever Urinary Tract Infection. Horridly uncomfortable, as many of you will already know. So very grateful for modern medicine and that I live in a country with very accessible health-care: The doctor on call at our clinic called me back yesterday, listened to my symptoms, prescribed the drug which my husband picked up five minutes from home. I had two really uncomfortable nights, mostly because I didn't recognize symptoms early enough, but neither fever nor discomfort this morning.
Still tired, though, so I'm just going to post these photos of my Saturday-morning walk through some back alleys in our neighbourhood.
Dollops of odd, often sad beauty here. . . .
Bold and unlikely colour combinations that startle one into admiration. . .
And yeah, I sat down on that curb, just for you . . . .
My caregiver is bringing me breakfast in bed now, soft-boiled eggs and toast and tea, on a tray. Honestly, I'd probably be more comfortable eating it at the table in the other room, but he's being so solicitous that I will risk the inevitable splats of egg yolk on my pyjama top. Later, I will answer the comments on my last post, and by then, perhaps you'll have left new comments here on this one. I hope that your week has begun well, this Monday morning . . . .