Summer Vacation (and it continues still)

Grace and I have fallen into a fairly enviable routine. We walk, read and nap together most everyday.

In between, I've gone fishing with my dad -- we caught 13 and the dreaded turtle only managed to destroy Bo's metal basket and decapitate one fish. I also got Bo set up on an IPad, which believe it or not he actually seems to enjoy.

Oh, and Will and I went to the estate sale for BJ's stuff. I guess it was as successful as something like that can be. It was interesting to watch but, of course, it made me sad. I mean really, toys only last 75 years, if no one ever played with them. I'm glad that so many of my treasures have been worn out rather than tucked away in a safe place.

I saw Superman with Walter on father's day. I even sent a text to Jeff -- "Just wanted you to know that I'm grateful to you for the three greatest gifts in my life. Thinking of you on Father's Day." It felt good to try to see the god that dwells in him, just as he dwells in me. I'm gonna get this Jesus-following stuff down, eventually.

I've also read The Devil in the White City, Tell the Wolves I'm Home and A Small Fortune.

I went swimming with friends from school and wore a bathing suit that I bought without a panic attack. It feels so good to be regular, to be loved so openly and honestly by so many precious people.

On Friday, I went to the doctor for a six-month weigh in. In the last 3 years, my weight has only fluctuated 1 pound from 122 pounds, which is smack dab in the middle of my 120 - 125 pound goal. I will have to go back to the doctor to be weighed every 6 months for the rest of my life. I tried to talk her into a year, but she said in her much too young voice, "Angela, most women who are 50 come to the doctor at least every 6 months, even without anorexia." She seriously didn't need to get my age involved with the conversation. But on the other hand, she's got a point. Thanks to good genes, I'm a poster child for good health, and I should be thankful, even if complaining is so much fun.

Last evening, Walter and I went to Smith-Berry Winery to eat supper with my old Sunday School class and listen to what turned out to be some very good music. Who would have thought that a couple of non-wine drinkers would have had so much fun.

Having time to think in the summer has also allowed me to be aware that Walter has become my very best friend and knowing that he has my back brings me much joy. He has served to remind me that "a simple life" has plenty of room for very complex love.

So anyway, the time keeps ticking by and I'm aware and present in every tick.