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!
So instead of words, may I offer you some beach art?
Wondrous found objects from the place where tide meets land, flotsam and jetsam mixing it up with dried seed pods and strips of bark scrolled spring-tight (above) . . .
When we're not beach-combing for treasures, we've been learning to pump on a swing (almost mastered, rather impressively for a 2-year old --"I'm almost 3-to-5, Nana"), pee on a pottie (with the cheesy motivation of Skittles, contemporary adaptation of a family heritage--my dad, aka Poppa, partially trained one of mine with Smarties), and slow the scooter-bike on a hill so that Nana doesn't have a heart attack. It's all good. . .
The indentations in this stone eerily perfect for Nola's fingers, magically. . .
Yesterday, little girl's momma and I had our annual birthday shopping trip and lunch in Small Island City's downtown -- proving yet again that one really well-edited boutique, one shoe store with the right lines and a healthy summer discount can lead to full bags and a healthy appetite.
Mid-way through the first week of August, sunny days on either side, I'm waiting in the morning for a little girl and her mom to wake up, for Pater to come back from his run, and yes, life is good. How are you savouring summer?