Catching Up

Dodging the rain to progress my garden landscaping project. Slow going and frustrating.

Time to catch up with relatives, my sister in particular. She threw herself into house purchases and subsequent make overs. She is a brave girl and what she does usually works out. Aunts and Uncles to see also. The last of the senior generation are precious. They have wisdom if we can be bothered to listen. Especially with Mum and Dad gone, I want the company of their brothers and sisters. Rainy days particularly are meant for listening to your wise old uncle.

I intended to catch up with Ernie (aged 87. Tail gunner in a Liberator bomber during the 2nd world war). Not possible. He had taken himself off to South Africa to his daughters for a few weeks. Lots of birthday parties to go to apparently. Good for you Ernie!  

The sun came out so lunch in a pub garden with Ian, and again with Brian and Jeanette. Time on our hands and knees, weeding our vegetable plot, for Allen, Sue and I, and more catching up over al fresco cups of tea. The pace is busy but nowhere near the break neck long hours insanity employed friends have to endure. Wage slaves until we each find our own trap door and escape tunnel.

A long walk in the sunshine with Mark and Andy. Plans for a house purchase in Sweden swapped for concerns about Uncle Eric at 91, and Andy moving forward with his music. Saffy wanting to go in the water, but not at the same time. Is this lovely girlie puppy dog a Pisces like me?

Eight weeks away and missing Swedish friends, at the same time being so pleased to be with English ones. I guess this is how it will always be if I follow the path that is now obvious before me. Just catching up for now. Soon enough we have to move on.