Friday

I woke up with this song in my head today. "Love Letters" by Ketty Lester. One of my all-time favourites. Elvis did a version, which is the first version I heard...not bad. No comparison to Ketty Lester.



Hello Friday, how d'you get here so fast? A pretty good week, though it seems a bit of a blur. The best thing is that Bronwyn is feeling back to normal. No more laying on the couch shouting orders. Actually, she was quite sick, poor thing. I try to be a good nurse, I really do. Mark managed to escape and have a relaxing overnight camping trip. It didn't make sense for both of us to suffer. I now have an overnight trip in the "bank" and will be going for my own getaway very soon.

I find that when there is a lot of rain I don't really remember what happens to the days. They just get rinsed into one long period of wetness. However, on Tuesday the sun broke out and I went for a bike ride in Pacific Spirit Park. It has been a some time since I rode the trails, and I have been meaning to do it for a while. Lots of twisty, leafy trails and not too many hills. Shafts of sunlight broke through the branches and fallen leaves in an array of fall colours covered everything. Very beautiful. And not too muddy - 'though I don't mind a bit of mud. I have arranged a date with the woods for the next non-rainy day that comes along.

I took River swimming before preschool yesterday morning. His preschool has a little warm swimming pool (more like a huge bath) that we can use on Thursday mornings. Other people signed up, but we were the only ones there. He was hesitant at first, it was new and our sounds bounced around in a strange way. He stood at the side shivering in his little swim trunks that sit above his belly button. Small boys and old men wear their pants in the same way, I noticed. Anyway, he began to relax and put his feet in the water. Then, when he felt how warm it was, he got really comfortable. I took him to the "deep" end...it's only about a metre and half. It was a lovely to spend that time with him. If I could have a row of jars in which I collected treasures and memories I'd like to preserve, I'd have a jar that preserved the feeling of being in the warm water and holding his small body against mine, his little arms wrapped around me.