Title : Beach Walk, Continued. . .
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Beach Walk, Continued. . .
First, I should point out that text and photos in this post have very little to do with each other. The photos were taken on the weekend on an island beach, in case you missed the explanation in my last post. The text comprises a brief accounting of my last few days -- frankly, what's going on here is a kind of Treading Water, Blog-wise. I'm trying to keep my blogging head above water until I find a bit more time and space for it, not wanting to climb out of the pool quite yet. (Not entirely sure that metaphor is particularly felicitous, but it will have to do for now.)
Still busy here. The Eight and I are heading to see some art this morning, and then perhaps a spot of shopping downtown. . .
On Tuesday, we had a sketching session at the VanDusen Botanical Garden; we've also done some knitting together, and had some fun writing snail mail to put in an envelope she made and decorated from a fun template we found here.
We've read to each other (if you're looking for good books for an 8-12, Jeanne Birdsall's Penderwicks might be just what you need).
We've baked up a very nice banana bread (despite discovering that my loaf pans never made the move! Or are packed deep in some storage box somewhere -- a Pyrex casserole dish was a decent substitution for a novelty-shaped loaf, but loaf tins are on the shopping list).
Yesterday, she had a play date with a friend, and Pater had meetings downtown all day, so I had my first day to myself in at least a week.
I have to say that it was glorious, but that it went much too quickly. I started with a 90-minute bike ride to Stanley Park and around the seawall, and when I got home, I puttered for at least an hour, closer to two.
Not sure about you, but puttering is almost as good for me as walking on a beach. A certain kind of puttering, that is, the kind you do when there isn't anything pressing that must be done, and there's already a reasonable level of order and cleanliness. The joy disappears if I try to putter in an environment that makes demands.
Puttering yesterday morning meant a bit of laundry -- especially hanging it out on the deck to dry. It meant sorting out some mail that had arrived when we had a full house, so had put to the side for "later." It meant honouring the promise to myself that I'd buy tickets to Bard on the Beach (done! tix to Much Ado About Nothing).
It meant loading these photos into this post and getting that pea-soup post one tiny step closer to publishing. I also spent some time brainstorming about our trip to Italy in December -- it's primarily a baby-sitting gig, but I'm wanting to maximize the travel by adding on a city/country or two.
As only the best putterers can do (oh, I'm very talented ;-), I also stood in one spot for a bit too long, more than once, looking very vacant, but truly, quite full, quite occupied, internally. . . (Perhaps you do this too?)
But puttering time is done, and a Not-So-Little-Anymore Girl arrives shortly to hang out with me. The other day, she showed up in a beautifully flower-printed long summer dress she'd chosen in Rome (I'd slipped her a few Euros before her trip, just in case she got some shopping time). We decided she was dressed for an elegant lunch (hence the sketching trip to VanDusen Gardens where they have a suitable restaurant). My effort to reach the sartorial bar she'd set meant a dress as well, and when I checked its suitability with her, she said, "Well, you bought it in Paris, didn't you?" and giggled. Point made. We headed out in our "I bought my dress in a European city" outfits (right after we made Pater change out of his shorts and t-shirt. Poor Pater).
So I'd better get an "Off to the Art Gallery with my Granddaughter" outfit ready, right? And what are you up to today? Hope you enjoyed the virtual beach walk. Also hoping I've raised the competitive spirits of all you putterers out there. We should pick a date, see how much puttering we can fit in, compare notes. . . . But that rather defeats the Puttering Purpose, doesn't it? Okay, I'm descending into nonsense here, which means it's time to go. Ta-ra. . .
We've baked up a very nice banana bread (despite discovering that my loaf pans never made the move! Or are packed deep in some storage box somewhere -- a Pyrex casserole dish was a decent substitution for a novelty-shaped loaf, but loaf tins are on the shopping list).
Yesterday, she had a play date with a friend, and Pater had meetings downtown all day, so I had my first day to myself in at least a week.
As only the best putterers can do (oh, I'm very talented ;-), I also stood in one spot for a bit too long, more than once, looking very vacant, but truly, quite full, quite occupied, internally. . . (Perhaps you do this too?)
But puttering time is done, and a Not-So-Little-Anymore Girl arrives shortly to hang out with me. The other day, she showed up in a beautifully flower-printed long summer dress she'd chosen in Rome (I'd slipped her a few Euros before her trip, just in case she got some shopping time). We decided she was dressed for an elegant lunch (hence the sketching trip to VanDusen Gardens where they have a suitable restaurant). My effort to reach the sartorial bar she'd set meant a dress as well, and when I checked its suitability with her, she said, "Well, you bought it in Paris, didn't you?" and giggled. Point made. We headed out in our "I bought my dress in a European city" outfits (right after we made Pater change out of his shorts and t-shirt. Poor Pater).
So I'd better get an "Off to the Art Gallery with my Granddaughter" outfit ready, right? And what are you up to today? Hope you enjoyed the virtual beach walk. Also hoping I've raised the competitive spirits of all you putterers out there. We should pick a date, see how much puttering we can fit in, compare notes. . . . But that rather defeats the Puttering Purpose, doesn't it? Okay, I'm descending into nonsense here, which means it's time to go. Ta-ra. . .
Thus articles Beach Walk, Continued. . .
that is all articles Beach Walk, Continued. . . This time, hopefully can provide benefits to you all. Okay, see you in another article post.
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