This last week was a holiday for me. My wife was not able to take time off in August, so it was a break at home. This is both a blessing and a bane – a blessing because it allows me to shape my day to day life at home with some measure of leisure, and a bane because that is hard work. It is hard to play at home, it seems.
But I tried, and with some success. I managed to sleep in most days, even working on a crossword in bed in the morning with a cup of coffee before breakfast! I did some painting, some leisurely reading on the lawn with the company of some favourite trees. I managed to sneak in a mid-week sail down to Carol’s Point in Hamilton Harbour, where I amused myself watching a young couple learning the art of paddle boarding.
But this last weekend before back to work was especially rich. My wife and I made our way on Friday down to LaSalle Marina for a sail on Santa Maria. It was a glorious time, with lovely and consistent wind, as well as some nice evening light. After that, we drove down the road to dine at Ikea. We often frequent a diner near the marina but felt like something quicker. While in line to divine what to eat of the seemingly Swedish fair on offer, we found ourselves behind a young woman, with two beautiful young children. The older, a son, was able to fare for himself but mom had the younger daughter on her hip. She was so good with them. It was lovely to see. At one point, the little girl lost a shoe, unbeknownst to mom, but Gwenanne caught it and helped the shoe find its foot. Mom mentioned that losing that shoe on that foot was a common occurrence!
We made our way to a table, just beside this young family, and the little girl fixed her eyes, her beautiful shining brown eyes, on me. And she stared. She stared at me through the whole meal. Her mom would coax her to turn her head for her chips, but then back on me. Every now and then a passing family would grab her seeing, but then back to me. Mom was a bit embarrassed, but I told her it was sweet. I felt like a rock star for a minute or two in my life! I asked her name, and was told “Her name is Valeria, the Spanish version of Valerie.” We chatted a bit before we left.
We spent that night and the next day on the dock, where I was Officer of the Day for two four hour shifts. The forecast was for a day full of rain, and the first hour or so of my shift made it look like I would spend the day underneath, in our cabin. But after a bit of very intense rain and distant thunder, then came breath-takingly beautiful clouds as the storm subsided. Against the weather report of all day rain, the afternoon was a mix of sun with soft wind, heavy winds, clouds and repeat,
We made our way home and enjoyed a pizza picked up on our drive, watched some TV, and bed. Sunday will involve laying low, preparing for the race that is autumn – but hopefully with the capacity to bring a modicum of leisure to the swift passing of time.