Today was a day off for the squirrels, and almost a day off for me. Now I sit still, happy to be here with you, drinking a glass of wine.
I'm off to visit my dad tomorrow. Luckily it's not far; I can drive. However, like all trips back to my childhood home, this trip is mixed with reverence, and dismay. I try to remain my age when I go, but how many of us feel our age when we visit our parents and siblings? Maybe when people become parents themselves this shifts the equation, but I cannot add the name 'parent' to my roles. I was the baby of the family, and while I get to feel young, and sometimes pampered, I also get to sometimes feel patronized.
I will move into get-it-done mode for a tiny portion of the visit, as I take care of financial stuff. I will move into let-my-hair-down mode with my brother and sister-in-law. I will feel sheltered by my eldest sister and her husband. But I will, as always, seek shelter in solitude, reading a book, going out to breakfast alone, noodling around on my laptop.
Tomorrow I may get back on schedule and see you bright and early : -)
I hope your day is wonderful!