At the cottage, part 4
Aug. 31st, 2011 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avalon_stormToday was the first day that was not an improvement, but it was just as good. =) I think relaxing is a little boring but I can see where it is not a bad thing to do at all.
In the morning we went canoeing fairly early as the lake was very calm and everyone really wanted to go, and to take advantage of the peace. Being out on the water when the mist is still rising and the geese are honking (there was no loon, so my aunt Shandra says it is not entirely a Canadian stereotype) really is the kind of moment that makes you so glad to be alive. It was like everything around was full of rising sunlight, ready to be in the day, and like the day was kissing the water and kissing us. The quiet was nice and even Noah felt it. Then afterwards we went out again, just our body, and the warriors had fun remembering all their strokes. Aunt Shandra already wrote about her silly foot story.
I knew that they had canoed but it is something else to feel it. I can see that some things you do when you are young just stay with you. I am thinking that I want to be careful about what those things are, beyond the things I have done already. My mother's are quite harsh, and so to feel like herself, like the warriors did today, she would have to do things I prefer she not. I am already learning not to confuse upsetting my rabbi with closeness, but that is a not not a thing. I am learning to see, too, on this trip. But I don't have a body thing yet, like running or swimming, even though I love to swim. Making pizza, maybe a bit. I can see later I will remember how to move the dough in my hands, if I can get the hang of it.
I think one of the things my father did was brushing hair, or having his brushed. But other than that I don't know. It is kind of a blank.
After that we went swimming on our own, no kids, and did 100 laps just to do it. Our muscles are a little bit sore tonight from all that, but not too bad yet. Then we had a simple lunch here, cheese and fruit and bread and some more maple pie. And then JG and Carl went into town for a while, so we stayed behind and read The Borrowers Afield to Noah until he wanted to play on the iPod and then my aunt Shandra wrote some and then my mother looked in on my aunt Sassy's blog.
That is when all this with today's tag happened, that aunt Sassy wrote about a dream and tagged it San, which is my father's name. My mother spent some time on this. She has been emotional anyway because of the lake and the vacation, and also (we all think) because it is time. Anyways she showed me her post because she was worried it would upset me, that she still loves my father. But it doesn't. I joked with her about these books about the Black Jewels, and she wrote that too. I will write a separate post, if I decide to write about that. I have things in my head but I'm not sure they need to be shared!
Then we went for a walk, just a country walk but still! Things are very green here and the corn is way up high, not all harvested yet. I met a dog and some boys that were skateboarding. And then we had a simple dinner, pork chops grilled on the barbeque and broccoli and tomato salad with fresh mozarella, and canteloupe for dessert.
JG is still sad about her cat of course, but she was okay too. Being sad is not anything but being in a different way. =)
In the morning we went canoeing fairly early as the lake was very calm and everyone really wanted to go, and to take advantage of the peace. Being out on the water when the mist is still rising and the geese are honking (there was no loon, so my aunt Shandra says it is not entirely a Canadian stereotype) really is the kind of moment that makes you so glad to be alive. It was like everything around was full of rising sunlight, ready to be in the day, and like the day was kissing the water and kissing us. The quiet was nice and even Noah felt it. Then afterwards we went out again, just our body, and the warriors had fun remembering all their strokes. Aunt Shandra already wrote about her silly foot story.
I knew that they had canoed but it is something else to feel it. I can see that some things you do when you are young just stay with you. I am thinking that I want to be careful about what those things are, beyond the things I have done already. My mother's are quite harsh, and so to feel like herself, like the warriors did today, she would have to do things I prefer she not. I am already learning not to confuse upsetting my rabbi with closeness, but that is a not not a thing. I am learning to see, too, on this trip. But I don't have a body thing yet, like running or swimming, even though I love to swim. Making pizza, maybe a bit. I can see later I will remember how to move the dough in my hands, if I can get the hang of it.
I think one of the things my father did was brushing hair, or having his brushed. But other than that I don't know. It is kind of a blank.
After that we went swimming on our own, no kids, and did 100 laps just to do it. Our muscles are a little bit sore tonight from all that, but not too bad yet. Then we had a simple lunch here, cheese and fruit and bread and some more maple pie. And then JG and Carl went into town for a while, so we stayed behind and read The Borrowers Afield to Noah until he wanted to play on the iPod and then my aunt Shandra wrote some and then my mother looked in on my aunt Sassy's blog.
That is when all this with today's tag happened, that aunt Sassy wrote about a dream and tagged it San, which is my father's name. My mother spent some time on this. She has been emotional anyway because of the lake and the vacation, and also (we all think) because it is time. Anyways she showed me her post because she was worried it would upset me, that she still loves my father. But it doesn't. I joked with her about these books about the Black Jewels, and she wrote that too. I will write a separate post, if I decide to write about that. I have things in my head but I'm not sure they need to be shared!
Then we went for a walk, just a country walk but still! Things are very green here and the corn is way up high, not all harvested yet. I met a dog and some boys that were skateboarding. And then we had a simple dinner, pork chops grilled on the barbeque and broccoli and tomato salad with fresh mozarella, and canteloupe for dessert.
JG is still sad about her cat of course, but she was okay too. Being sad is not anything but being in a different way. =)
