Fiona and I had a full outdoor schedule in yesterday’s perfect weather. Today we’ll hang at home and rest Gramma’s back.
First – trail walking in Robinson Woods. Fiona car-napped while I listened to Ann Patchett’s The Dutch House on CD. Better to sit in a parking lot with the AC on than disturb naptime. We picnicked by the pond, then, fully formula-fortified, headed up the road to Fort Williams Park, Portland Head Lighthouse, people to charm with Fiona’s flashing smile, and the crashing sea. Back home, after another car nap and Patchett update in the driveway, we set up a Fiona-sized hot tub in the backyard.
Post-3pm, attention spans and contentment levels diminish. Movement helps. We strollered across town to visit Auntie T, but I had to carry little girlie for the last ¼ mile. When the crankies come, nothing suffices but physical contact. I’ll take it, this dear warm bundle in my arms. Still, Mom and Dad’s arrival was most welcome.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 316: 162 words, TOTAL = 51,556; 8,444 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.