family
Family this year is interesting. My little cousin Jack has become this awesome real person, I met my cousin Barry, who is...a character, and his girlfriend, who is quiet...actually, if I didn't know better I'd guess she was related to me and he was from some strange other family. The grandparents talking about aging and my dad and Leslie and music and boats. My mom seems more relaxed, and is talking about retiring here. Next I suppose is to get back in touch with Sarah.
I drove up to where I grew up, looked up at the log house that my dad built the year they broke up, the greenhouse where my mom grew long english cucumbers and tomatoes and lettus and everything else, the barn that was too dark and hard to clean, the blackberries didn't seem as rampant as when we lived there, the fields haven't been grazed on for a long time. I turned around and drove to the grandparents' place. Spent an infinity watching the last dregs of watery sunlight reflect off the waves. There's something in the beaches here that just doesn't exist in Vancouver. I understand, when I stand watching the waves, why so many bloody artists insist on painting the same bloody sea and beach scene. They really are beautiful.