I think I was exhausted. I had Friday off (I work at a university — the kids had the whole week), but I don’t think I did much of anything at all. I went to the gym, and I may have begun the laundry, and we went to see a play with friends — so that’s not really nothing, I guess.
Saturday, I had signed up for a course through REI on Wilderness Something. It was out in Marin County, and I could barely drag myself there, but I did, and it was great. Mostly, I learned that it’s okay to use your common sense and make things up as you go along. It’s actually reassuring to know that that’s an approved technique. Also, if you get lost, do not hide, and hand sanitizer makes a great fire starter. Also, it was wonderful to be outside all day long. The irises are blooming, and they are gorgeous, and I saw a red shouldered hawk and possible a golden eagle.
Sunday, I dragged myself on a hike with a friend. I did not want to go, and I only went because I had made plans with her and it would have been a bad thing to just call her up and bail, but then, of course, it was great! We walked 10 miles in great heat, up and down hills. Totally excellent. Of course, it took a million hours — which was part of why I was so unenthusiastic — but then I got home and finished all the laundry and cleaned up my bedroom and part of the kitchen. Another proof that it’s best not to leave yourself the whole day for chores — you will only be miserable and not do them anyway while eating 50 pounds of Cadbury minieggs. At least I avoided that mistake.
So that’s that.
And now I guess I’d better do some stuff, though I would much rather curl up somewhere and read The Outlander. Oh well — can’t be helped.
After a long and bumpy flight to JFK, after a long delay there and then another long delay on the tarmac at JFK in a tiny airplane surrounded by rainstorms, M made it to Montreal and the customs man let her through!
It’s a miracle.
And now the house is very quiet, which is good and bad. I keep thinking she’s just upstairs and then I miss her, but I also could have gone to bed at 9:30, and I very nearly did, except I’ve stayed awake instead putting my brain in order — something I may do better when there’s no one more diverting around.
My mother turns 80 this year, and that and the recent death of her own mother (who was over 100) has her rethinking everything — she wants to move out of her big house (the wonderful house my children spent every summer in); she wants to move to San Diego (San Diego? She claims she has been thinking about it for a while, and not just since my younger brother decided to move there); she wants to rent a house in her town in Massachusetts. I thought she might want to think about coming here, but I think she does not, and I may in fact feel okay about having offered it in good faith and had it turned down. It may mean I have to fly down to San Diego now and then, but it also means I’m not tied here.
Selfishly, I want her to stay in Massachusetts. I like having an anchor on the east coast. But I don’t know that she will — I suspect it may be harder for her to stay there in a smaller house, and with my brother gone — although another brother still lives there, for now.
I don’t know — it’s all up in the air for me, too, I guess. Who knows where my kids will end up, and how small is the world, really?
In any case, I am going to bed.
M leaves for parts north this week. It has been lovely having her home. It’s been long enough that we’ve got into a groove. I’ll miss her, and it occurs to me that it may be some time before she’s home for a month again.
Although I’m sure it will happen.
My exercise class continues apace. I am really enjoying it. This week is our week off, so we’re supposed to find other ways to exercise than our usual two classes per week. A group of us invaded a circuit training class that meets when we normally meet and that was fun. So I think it is possible that we’ll continue in some form after the class is over, and I’m happy about that — it’s definitely more fun when you’ve got people to exercise with. Especially because my hiking buddy has some kind of hamstring injury that’s preventing her from hiking. I’ve been busy myself, with M here — but once she leaves I’m going to need to find someone to go hiking with. It really isn’t as much fun on your own, not to mention that it’s a lot easier to make myself go when someone’s waiting for me to pick them up.
M and I watched the Outlander on tv. It’s her fault — I was resisting, but she found it and now we’ve watched all that’s available, and now I’m reading the books again. Good lord. Here’s the best review of the books I’ve ever read — My “Outlander” thing.
We’ve made it to Friday!
I have nothing planned for the weekend.
Maybe I’ll do laundry.
If I feel like it.
Went to Big Sur this weekend.
Stayed in a little cabin.
Went to the beach.
I have no photographic proof, but the gray whales were heading back north. I loved watching the little spouts on the horizon, an occasional flip of a tail.