We had a relaxing time at the cabin, and on the way back bought two beds to be delivered next Saturday, which forces us to return next weekend (awww, isn't that tough?). The dogs love swimming in the lake after tennis balls, and their retrieving is improving. Of course, I am the backup retriever for the retrievers, and my husband is the pitcher. For me, it's a good excuse to wade into the lake, and a peaceful ritual we did every morning. It's perfect summer up there, and I don't know what to call the weather here - perfect global warming?
I've talked to my granddaughter this morning and also to blue baby and white baby. My daughter says pink baby has a name - Fabian. This granddaughter is in a class by herself. We discussed boats and swimming and their upcoming trip here in September. I missed a chance to go up their next week and help out. I already have oral surgery and on the weekend am caring for my foster granddaughter while her mom goes overnight to a wedding.
My life is filled with little tasks and comforting rituals punctuated with visits and small trips to the cabin. I'm glad there is little drama going on. I feel I had enough of that growing up and in my twenties to last a lifetime. The calm times are what gives me strength for upheavals, and keep me grounded about what moments are made up of and how to treasure them.
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