I love my life. I love the lazy summers and crazy winters. They both have their charm. I’m not sure which I love more. All I know is I am one lucky woman.
The snowbirds are back. Yoga is crowded but it is so good to see everyone again. Funny how everyone just picks up where they left off last spring without skipping a beat. We decide what movies we want to see, who liked the book club selection, where we want to have lunch, who is free for breakfast, who’s going to knitting (no, not I) who has tried the new restaurant or market or heard any rumors about the new hospital being built in town. I love it.
But there’s a price to pay for living in Paradise. I’m so far away from my family and when things go wrong I really feel it. I’m heading to Massachusetts again next week. My mom is in a nursing home now and, from what I can gather, is pretty fragile, sleeping a lot but relatively content. My dad, who just started to slow down in the past year or so, just had a minor stroke. That’s the reason for my visit. It is terrible to be so far away. Dad and Annette could use some help. And my Massachusetts sisters are incredible but they’re all working and their time is limited. It’s just awful. Dad is slowly making progress and they’re adapting to the “new normal” but I want to go up and see them.
Anyway, I’ll go and keep dad company so Annette can get out to appointments. And hopefully be of some help. My brother, John, is incredible. Annette tells me the house never looked so clean, the cars look better (inside and out) than when they bought them. I told her that I’m going to look like a slug after the wonder guy but I’ll do my best to be of some use.
Life here is pretty full. My sister, Eileen and I went to the Crow’s Nest for lunch today to celebrate her birthday. Eileen is living in Port Charlotte and already pretty involved in volunteer work and a boating club (she and her husband sail) and assorted other things. Quite a trick to find a time we’re both free but we manage to get together at least once a week.
Books…Marcelo in the Real World …loved it (thanks, Jane, for the recommendation) It’s about a teenager who probably has Asperger’s…beautifully written. And I loved Our Souls at Night…a short little book about an older couple (around my age) that was just beautiful. And I listened to a Donna Leon mystery. They’re just fun. And I listened to The Magic Art of Tidying Up. She’s marvelous (also brutal) Explains exactly how to get rid of all the clutter in your life (Put all your clothing in one place and pick up each thing and ask “Does this bring me joy?” and if the answer is not yes, get rid of it. Instead, I tried on everything and asked “Does this make me look fat” and if the answer was yes, I got rid of it) I did manage to get rid of some clothes and books…and then quit. I’ll do the rest another time.
Hot here…the pool water is STILL around 90 and it’s hot on the beach…even at 8:00 am for yoga. Ridiculous! Some people hate it. I think it’s fine.
Love to all…