......from my sister, Sally.
We're sitting in bed on this last full day
of our third winter in Florida. Retirement
is a good novel and we gladly turn the pages
one day at a time. We're watching a documentary
about a group of boat racers trying to set a circumnavigation
record in a boat using biofuels. They're in Panama
right now trying to get through the canal but are having
problems. One guy just sliced his foot and they are behind
schedule. I didn't realize it takes twelve hours to get from
the Atlantic to the Pacific. It took us over sixty years
to get to these lazy mornings. Tomorrow, we'll head back
north for a summer near the sea. I'll ride my bike
to Ocean Park Beach, see my kids and granddaughter
often, have cookouts with friends, and play a little golf.
Gary will get his boat ready for tuna fishing and, pretty
much, drive everybody crazy until he catches one.
But, today, we're enjoying the ending of this chapter.
The Earthrace crew are currently in the Indian Ocean.
It's monsoon season. They're miserable but ahead
of schedule. We have a few chores to do today to close
our house up. One thing at a time and it will all get done.
Just like the racers who complete their quest successfully.
We aren't racing, anymore; just floating along.
We read our book slowly, savoring the shape of time.