Friday, August 23, 2013
I’m sitting outside on the deck off our bedroom for the last time this summer. Tomorrow, we’re boarding a plane, returning Labor Day. A cool, robust breeze is blowing through the night air; I can hear it in the trees and on the water. Some stars are visible; the sky is half clear or half cloudy, depending on your perspective.
Last weekend we returned from visiting friends on San Juan Island. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the island's ubiquitous deer and fox, or its wild beauty.
Every day, we took long, meandering walks with their dog, Otis, through woods and on the beach, as we always do when we visit. The boys run ahead of us, disappearing into the forest. On the beach, they played on a makeshift driftwood paddleboard.
At the county fair, we rode the rides and fought off the yellowjackets, took in the baby animals and ate sno-cones.
We all fell asleep instantly every night.
At the end of our stay, we participated in the Friday Harbor 8.8k Loop Run. Abbott and Alexi paired up; Cal ran with our friends. I had to walk, nursing a sore knee. I enjoyed the absence of the nerves I usually feel in a race, though I eventually found myself feeling competitive with the other walkers. Cal won a bronze medal in the ten and under division.
Cal’s ninth birthday was Monday. Instead of a party, he wanted total control over how it went; he wanted a day at home, with unlimited screen time, eating what he wanted to eat. Abbott agreed to play with him the whole day. For lunch, there were oysters and king crab legs with mashed potatoes. A neighbor rang the bell to see if the boys could play, and ended up staying for the rest of the day, and then spent the night. We had root beer floats for dessert.
I am going to miss this summer.