Who says life slows down when you’re retired? Now that our security system is working, there was a bucket-load of unfinished yard work to do. The storm whipped all the weak branches off the willow trees in the yard and of course they were just large enough that if Hub runs over them with the lawnmower, they might get caught, so my task (and I grumbled about accepting it) was to sweep them up and deposit them on the growing pile of leaf compost. Done.
I’m in Calgary this week visiting with my eighty-seven year old Aunty, because I said when we attended her weighty-fifth birthday bash, that I’d come out every year. That’s not a hardship. Plus, I get to spend time with my cousin who is like the younger sister I never had, so it’s all good.
Family is everything, and we’re very fortunate to have a large and engaged group of cousins, aunties, uncles, grandchildren and elders. Out of the four children who survived to adulthood, only two sisters remain. Together, there’s always lots of laughter and snippets of stories from our childhoods. But oh my, those ladies still harbour a boatload of secrets.