I have yet to understand it; but this place, more than any
other home I have ever spent significant time in, seem to emanate pure relaxation. There
seems to be some vortex here that serves to suck the desire to do anything
active out of one. Unless you bring work with you to do, it seems that the time
of day has no meaning here.
It’s not like the beach house, where there is always something
going on, and even when one naps, it is only to refill the reserves so that you
can make another trek down to the beach for a romp in the waves. There are no “forced
marches” and even the games here seem to be more a thing fallen into than a
thing actively arranged.
I am not sure if this relaxation vortex is a good or a bad
thing. This morning, when I awoke and looked at the clock, I was not even sure
what day it was. I have only been here three days and already, time is blurring
into meaninglessness.
Perhaps part of that is relief that Dad seems to be on the
mend from his procedure on Friday. He is puttering around in the kitchen at the
moment. He has gotten up to get coffee; he moves slowly, but with all the determination
of a man driven!
He is eating well and with very little distress.
Flo and I will be going into town shortly – our trip
yesterday never happened. It was a victim of the vortex. We kept meaning to go,
and then she would start on some random project and eschew any offers of help
so I would start to read, or play cards with dad. Before anyone realized, we
were eating dinner and discussing whether Dad had a couple rounds of Whist left
in his energy pool for the evening.
Perhaps we’ll actually make it today – perhaps not. Perhaps
it doesn’t matter. The only real thing that matters is that we are all spending
a pleasant visit and that I have a flight on Thursday that I must make – lest the
vortex get me for good!
Wherever you are today, I hope that you’re able to relax and
enjoy your weekend!
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