There it was, Saturday early afternoon, late October, the sun was shining brightly, and I was sitting in the sunporch at the lake cottage. Sitting next to me was my daughter. And how is this for placing us directly in the middle of the new age—she was working on her laptop and I was writing on mine and the only conversation going on was a series of questions from me about this new laptop thingy I was hooked up to. Her responses to me were encouraging, telling me that it was just another computer, like my desktop Mac, only smaller, and that even I could learn a new trick, old dog that I am. Yet having her there next to me was good enough. I never in my wildest dreams could have envisioned the two of us sitting there like that, computerizing.
We were the fortunate recipients over the weekend of some of the best weather we have had for the past month. Up until now the weather around here has been gray and unseasonably cold and rainy. But Friday the sun shone brightly, the breeze was slight, and my son took the day off from work to join us at the cottage. He and I played what will probably be the last round of golf for the season, while daughter and mom finished blowing leaves and cutting the grass. I know there are those who will think that there is something wrong with that picture—dad and son playing while mom and daughter work—but it works for me and they weren’t complaining. At least not too loudly.
Saturday morning, after breakfast, I made a big pot of chili and then went outside to winterize the two lawnmowers and clean the leaves out of the rain gutters. The usual Fall chores. The only reason I mention all this is that all these things are so normal. I had my family around me doing normal things. Only too soon, Sunday in fact, my daughter had to fly back to California, my son will be too busy this week at work (he’s out of town) to talk to mom and dad more than once, Mary is back at school trying to reach her English students, and I am back to my daily routine, doing the daily household chores as listed by the boss, hopefully spending a few choice hours in my workshop, and coping with PD. So over the weekend I reveled in the closeness of my family, and the old time normalcy. It can’t get much better than that.