Would you guess the temperature is 18 degrees Celsius, and the water in Lake Huron approximately two degrees above freezing? But our afternoon on the beach was entirely summery, with awkward sunburns to prove it (under one eye? backs of knees? the exact spot where Kev applied sunscreen to my spine?), and included burying each other in sand, searching for fossils in tiny stones, building a castle/moat, eating ice cream and french fries, and ending the day at my brother and sister-in-law-to-be’s nearby farm. The surrounding fields of canola are stunning, fluourescently yellow, glowing in the dusk. We finished the day with a campfire.
Now it’s Monday morning and I feel Monday morning all over … the kids are outside in the hammocks having the following conversation: “What’s Mommy doing?” “She’s inside.” “Do you know what she’s doing?” “She’s playing on the computer.” “No, she’s working on the computer.” “No, she’s playing.” “Grownups don’t play on the computer.” “I think she’s checking her me-mail.” Now that’s a good word for it.
Can anyone see CJ?
Me to Kev: “Did you have as much fun on our walk as I did?” That’s what’s known as sarcasm at our house. CJ got his wandering boots on, Fooey didn’t think she could make it even One More Step, then wailed because we weren’t walking around the block (we were), then because we were going home again. Plus she was sopping with mud. Albus attempted to walk blind and caught a sister in the mouth with a swinging arm. Apple-Apple kept to herself and listened with all her ears: birds, airplane, a musical instrument. So it went, habble-scrabble along the sidewalk till at last we were home. No fireworks for us tonight (too late), a bit of rain, but a day of small and satisfying accomplishments nevertheless. Time to put one of us to bed Right Now! (“Come on! You promised and now you’re on the computer, and now I have to wait. Carry me upstairs and put me to bed. OKAY?”). Ok.
Happy birthday, Canada.