Seventh Summer, Catching Up
After nearly four weeks traveling in England and Scotland, it’s good to be home and more or less back in the routine with the grandchildren as summer winds down.
When I walked into the house to pick Chloe up Saturday, she ran into my arms and we hugged and hugged. I had really missed her.
She told me about her art camp (Mermaids, Beaches and Pirates) and the play they put on, in which she was a seahorse. Other characters included a puppy, a penguin and a pirate, and after everyone was rescued at sea they had a party, just the way a good story should end.
We had a pretty ordinary weekend: played animal hospital, taking care of Lammy, Shambit, Beep (who has lost her voice), Mr. Cuddles, who just turned two, and the new arrival, Nessie, which we bought (where else?) at Loch Ness (the only sighting we had of the monster).
Chloe likes to bang on the piano, and I would like her to have lessons and hate just noodling, but I let her noodle a little and she actually made some kind of nice sounds, and she made up a real (Christmas) song. I don’t remember the tune, but the words, which fit the tune, were: “I see Santa, I see Santa/I don’t want to lose my presents/so I should go back to bed.”
We swam and played our usual otter/mermaid/fluffy kitty/lost baby dolphin games. Before church, Chloe played in her favorite silk robe, cuddling Lammy and Nessie.
I varied the routine a bit so Chloe could have another swim Sunday afternoon, which turned out to be a stretch. We were both tired (me still jet-lagged) and she pretty much melted at 3 o’clock. I turned her back over to her mom.
Wednesday we take both grand-kids to Schlitterbahn, and Thursday I leave for my high school reunion, so posts will be spotty, but I’ll catch up with our amazing England/Scotland trip eventually.