What advice do I tell my grandson?
I listen to him.
~ Roy Haynes
If we were having coffee, tea, water, or whatever you would like to drink, I would be excited and thrilled to see you again. It’s been a while (over a month!), and I am so happy to be able to welcome you back to the Wabi-Sabi Ranch. Come on in and make yourself at home! I should warn you up front that I’m apt to be chatty. So much has happened since we last got together for a coffee chat. I promise not to touch on every detail of my summer adventures, but I can’t promise I’ll keep it short. It is amazing to me how much life can be packed into three short weeks. On the other hand, I’m also fairly exhausted so it’s possible I’ll peter out before you can say, “Boo!”
How are you? What have you been up to lately? Have you traveled anywhere or seen anything new? Taken a vacation or staycation? Have you learned something new since our last chat? Taken any classes? Gone on any good walks or hikes? Read any good books or seen any good films?
I have read a couple of books since we last got together and seen a couple of films. I finally finished the Asimov book (Nemesis), started and finished Toby’s Room and one other book, Sorcery and Cecelia or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot. Nemesis was okay. I was glad to be finished with it. Toby’s Room was excellent, and I enjoyed Sorcery and Cecelia or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot. If I had to sum up Sorcery and Cecelia in one word, the word would be charming. The book is for young readers (12 and older). I think my oldest granddaughter might enjoy it, but didn’t get a chance to talk with her too much about it when I saw her.
I am currently reading The Liars’ Club: A Memoir. I’m not sure how it got on my reading list although I suspect someone recommended it. I don’t read a lot of memoirs. I prefer to spend my reading time on fiction as it is a good way to escape some of the realities of life. You can’t do that with a memoir. The Liars’ Club does have its witty moments, and Mary Karr’s writing is pretty powerful and downright gritty at times. It is a fast read and I should finish it soon.
If we were having coffee, tea, or some other beverage, I would tell you that I had a lovely trip out to the Bogs on the train. I took The Pennsylvanian which travels from New York City to Pittsburgh (and back again, of course). I caught the train in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and rode as far as Greensburg, Pennsylvania, which is the last stop before Pittsburgh. It’s possible to get closer to the Bogs via train by switching trains in Pittsburgh, but that involves waiting at the station in Pittsburgh for several hours and arriving in the Bogs around 2:00 or 3:00 AM. As for Pittsburgh itself, it’s easier to drive in and out of Greensburg, and wouldn’t have saved us any drive time had I gone to Pittsburgh.
I’ve traveled this route before (there’s a post about it here, if you’re interested). It’s a beautiful ride through Pennsylvania.
My father traveled out to the Bogs by train, too, on The Pennsylvanian. He started in Philadelphia, and got off in Greensburg. Dad came out to Ohio on July 29 for Little Wookie’s baptism which was on July 31. He performed the baptism. Those of you who have followed me for a while might remember that he’s a deacon in the Catholic church and can perform weddings, funerals, baptisms, etc. In fact, Dad officiated at the wedding of M the Younger and his lovely wife. It’s wonderful that he could also baptize their first child.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my first week of babysitting was quite a learning experience. It has been a long time since I’ve cared for a 3-month-old child. Now I know why people over fifty don’t have babies. LOL! I was so exhausted after the first couple of days that I was ready to ask M to come out and help me. I wasn’t sure I could do it on my own. As it turned out, I could do it very well on my own, As much as I enjoyed my days with Little Wookie, I should admit that it was also something of a relief to turn him over to his parents in the evening when they finished work.
I spent my three weeks with Little Wookie taking in all the hugs and snuggles that I could. I was amazed at how much he learned during that short period of time. By the time I left, we were holding long conversations although I can’t tell you exactly what it was he was babbling on about in his babyspeak. He could be quite expressive, smiling here and there, following that with a frown or a serious look. I call his serious look his Winston Churchill imitation. Little Wookie’s smiles and laughter are super infectious, passed on and repeated by all who come in contact with them. He had discovered how to grab his toes and feet by the time I left, and it looked as though he thought that was the most fascinating, fun thing in all the world. He was also intentionally grabbing things, something he wasn’t quite doing when I arrived. His arm movements were less flailing and more purposeful.
There was also a Very Sad Event during my stay. Bo the Dog got very sick and died. It happened so quickly, in the space of a week, which seemed like a blink of the eye. Bo was The Bestest Dog Ever. He is the first dog I’ve loved. As silly as it might sound, I thought of him as my granddog. He was part of the family. Bo stayed with M and I on a couple of occasions while his people went on vacation.
Bo will be sorely missed by his pack/people. I still haven’t had the time to sit down and truly be sad about his passing. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to get to know him during his short time on earth. He was only around six years old or so. Nobody is quite sure since M the Younger and Mere got him from a Newfoundland dog rescue in Colorado. By some odd coincidence, he was actually from the Bogs area (NE Ohio). How he made his way to Colorado is anybody’s guess. The fact that he was adopted by people from his home state is an interesting coincidence.
Bo died with his pack surrounding him on Thursday, July 29, in the front yard at Breezy Acres. I am pretty sure he waited until both of his main people (M the Younger and Mere) were there. He was buried on a meadow hillside near a beautiful maple tree on the property. He will always be bounding around in the hearts of those who knew him.
Well, enough of that or I will be crying.
There is a lot more to share, but I think I’ll do that with pictures as time goes on. Remember what I said about petering out? I’m almost at that point. M and I just returned from a quick trip up to New Jersey to take my father home (about eight hours, round-trip). He came back here to the Wabi-Sabi Ranch with us the day after Little Wookie’s baptism. It’s the first time he’s been here. Dad said he enjoyed the quiet, the beauty, the company, and most especially, the hummingbirds. He spent quite a bit of time on the porch watching them at the feeder. We took him to Assateague Island and happened upon the new foal that was born just two days before our visit. Dad got to see a lot of wildlife during his short visit including a deer and a red fox. I’m glad the critters around here were willing to come out for him.
All the emotional events (happy and sad and everything in between), the traveling, the visits with family and friends, and the traveling (yes, I know, I mentioned that already but I put in a lot of mileage so it deserves more than one mention), I am plumb wore out. Thank you so much for stopping by and visiting with me on this steaming hot Saturday. I hear it’s going to cool off tonight or tomorrow. I might drive to the Point this evening to watch the sunset. You’re welcome to join me. It’s at 8:06 PM. I think the partly cloudy sky might make for an interesting and colorful backdrop.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
This post is in response to Part Time Monster’s #WeekendCoffeeShare. Thank you to Diana for hosting it. Also, a big congratulations for the #WeekendCoffeeShare being featured on WordPress’s Daily Post. So glad to see it being shared among the rest of the community! Put the kettle on, start the coffee maker, open a bottle of wine, or whatever your preference is, and join us. I’d love to hear all about what you were up to this week.