Yesterday we celebrated Nana’s 89th birthday a day early, since Jonathan’s working today, and I have begun my Fiona week. Nana is beginning her 90th year on July 4, accustomed to birthdays with American flags and fireworks. Neuropathy makes her unsteady on her feet, so she uses a walker, but she lives mostly independently. Retirement communities can get lonely, especially now, and visitors bring out her joyous smile. Nana has always been playful and brought sparklers along for the festivities. She was bereft when her mylar balloons escaped into the sky.
Today, July 4th, I spent the day with Fiona, who has lived for 8 months, 2/3 of a year. She can’t walk yet, but loves to try, each hand grasping a grown-up’s finger for balance. She is remarkably independent, entertaining herself most of the day. However, she’s always on the lookout for interactive games. Peekaboo and crazy dancing elicit beaming smiles and throaty baby-chuckles. She was bereft if I left the room for too long.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 312: 166 words, TOTAL = 51,026; 8,974 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.