It seems we arrived and then just collapsed. Our most ambitious ventures of the day have been naps. I pick up my book, then after two pages shut my eyes and before I know it, an hour has passed. I go out on the porch, sit down to enjoy the sunshine and the sounds of wind in the trees and shake awake a little while later.
These naps are like little candy morsels, gentle and soothing, just a bit sweet. They feel natural and necessary. It is as if I am catching my breath. True rest. What a wonderful thing.
On Monday I took the car in for a car wash. It got brushed with three different colours of foam both on top and underneath. I vacuumed it out and spritzed it with lavender. You'd never know it had been on a cross-country journey.
Yesterday, we took nephew Marlo out for lunch at a place called "Pig." Yes, just "Pig." This restaurant features southern bbq, served directly on trays with coleslaw and a sauce that can't be beat. Then we had a lovely steak dinner with my famous tomato salad and corn on the cob.
Today, I am struggling to get Dad and Cath to go to the Museum. They seem to be leaning toward watching the tennis.
Tomorrow, Cathe and I will be leaving for the airport. Dad is still not sure of his plans. But, as you can see... there is not much to write about naps.
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