All good things must come to an end and that includes vacations.
My sisters, brother, father and I escaped to the Berkshires for a week. We rent a house on a lake with a dock that showcases the most soothing sunsets. Cocktail hour became a mandatory method to wrap up the day and segue us towards the dinner hour. That hour crept later and later into the night as we lingered on the dock admiring sunsets or lost in conversation. My father, now unedited by my mother, tells us stories we have never heard before. Sometimes they are the same as what she told only from a different vantage point. It is fascinating and a bit bittersweet. No one in his stories is alive anymore and he alone carries the memories of our earlier history.
Traveling with a 91-year-old has its own set of rules. Nap time is paramount as is making sure there is time to sit. Bedtime is also important but that is easier to keep. Last year we didn’t pay such close attention and his mind started to slip by the end of the week. It was frightening. This year he returned from a week away tired and filled with fun memories. There were cameo visits by my nieces and then we met up with other friends with homes nearby.
I hope you had a great week. If we were still on vacation, we’d be toasting the night.
Or playing Mexican train with a traveling domino set we had. We became rather obsessed with it.
I will post more as the week progresses. For now, I am back and well rested!