Sunday, July 31, 2011

cottage on a lake

Tonight, on the eve of Abbott's birthday, I'm thinking about checking in to Swedish hospital this night nine years ago. Among many other things, pain and worry and excitement, the memory of my hospital bed getting stuck after being raised high off the ground lingers, me way up in the air, and it taking quite a bit of time for the hospital staff to figure out how to get me down. I'll always remember calling my sister and my friend Paris, and having a good laugh about it as I sat there, waiting to come down and get this show on the road, have the baby already.

I'm thinking about a friend scheduled for a mastectomy tomorrow.

And about Jon Nelson, one of the most inspiring people I've ever met. He died last week while we were traveling; his influence will be with me always. Take a minute and read about his extraordinary life.

Thoughts of birth and death and everything in between.

We spent two afternoons of our week in Nova Scotia at the cottage of Alexi's father's friend Christine, swimming, picking blueberries, fishing, and playing with the bullfrogs. This set is dedicated to the memory of Jon Nelson and the time I spent with him and his family at their lake cabin in Minnesota many years ago.

day 1

day 2

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Gord and Becca's


Hello.

We made it home late last night, barely, after running through the airport in Toronto to catch our connecting flight with minutes to spare. Jet lag gets harder, it seems, the older I get. We've all been tired and emotional today. Nonetheless, the week away was like one long exhale. And it is so good to be home.

Over the course of our week in Nova Scotia, we spent time at a resort on the south shore, a cottage on a lake, and Alexi's father's home on a cliff overlooking the Bay of Fundy. I have barely looked through the hundreds of pictures I took; I'll make my way through them, and share some of them here, over the next week.

We began our trip visiting one of Alexi's childhood friends and his family; these pictures are of that day. I met Gord years ago when he was single. I've 'chatted' a bit via email with his wife, Rebecca, and loved having the chance to meet her in person. From the minute we got out of our rental car at their home, I found myself wishing we lived closer to them. Our children immediately scattered, together, instantly friends. It was an afternoon to remember, and I hope we can do it again before too much more time elapses.

Friday, July 22, 2011

see you in a week

Here we are in high summer, the time in the season I love most. Locally grown fruits and produce are plentiful; it's warm; the days still linger seemingly forever. We're heading to Nova Scotia for the week. I may post a picture here and there on Instagram while we're traveling. We'll be back on the cusp of August, our month for celebrating birthdays, visitors to look forward to, and more travels. I hope you're making the most of your summer. This is it. xoxo

Thursday, July 21, 2011

'Human beings must always be on the watch for the coming of wonders.'


- E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

We seem to read (or listen to the audio version) it with some regularity; each time, I notice some new bit of brilliance. Most recently, we listened to it on the way home from our camping trip. This snippet made me stop daydreaming and my eyes widen. I looked around the car to see if the others got it, too.

Enjoy your day. xo


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

where we're at

Cal informed me, today, he doesn't like swim lessons, because they interfere with his play time.

Abbott is spending hours, every day, planning things related to (daydreaming about) his birthday in a couple of weeks.

Alexi is busy packing, planning, attending to every last detail for an upcoming vacation. I think sometimes he gets stuck in minutiae, but don't tell him I said so. I am more about the big picture. Move forward, fix the small things later. What would we do without each other?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

remembering


Last week, I updated my cell phone contacts for, I think, the first time ever. Lately I've found, with some regularity, I don't have a number I need. I encounter names in my directory that are only vaguely familiar, that I must have added at some point for a one-time purpose, and now clutter the system and make it hard to use. As I was working, adding and subtracting, I came upon my deceased Grandmother Wolf's phone number. I paused and sat for a long time thinking about it, about this discovery. My friend Greg called as I sat there, lost in thought. I told him what had just happened. His mother died a few months ago; I knew he'd understand. I decided to leave in her entry, at least for now. I will have occasional reminders of her at unexpected times, when I happen upon her name in this directory. I think the happiness in remembering her will outweigh the sorrow that comes with the reminder of her absence.

Monday, July 18, 2011

been camping


Well, hello.

We're back, and although I'm tired - exhausted, actually - I thought I'd sit and savor the trip a little longer by looking through my images and chatting for a minute with you.

A few highlights:

*A deer, running through our campsite as we started setting up the tent. And then Cal telling us it was a doe.
*Forgetting the s'more ingredients, except for the marshmallows, and everyone (except me) being cheerful about just roasting and eating the marshmallows.
*Sitting around the campfire and having Abbott say, 'I wish this could last forever'.
*Falling asleep to Alexi reading aloud from Greatest Hockey Stories Ever Told.
*Spying a chipmunk cleaning out a container I used to make pancake batter.
*Listening to 'Here Comes the Sun' from another campsite this morning.

I hope your week is off to a good start.