Captain's Log

This week has been spent as winters should be, in the south, where it’s warm. I’m in Vegas helping a friend who had her foot rebuilt, and the days have been so beautiful – a lovely 73 degrees. 

I’ve been watching the Fallon weather out of the corner of my eye (16 degrees) so I can coach the pet sitter on keeping the bunny's water from freezing. And of course, the North Dakota weather (7 degrees), keeping an eye on those kids up there, so no one freezes my grandson. Oakland is 44 degrees this morning, same as here, and Spring Creek is 18 degrees. 

The offspring scan is complete; all is well with those adult children. 

Not gonna lie – 56, small business owner, and empty nester has its perks. I love that the crew can hold down the fort at home, and technology allows us to work from nearly anywhere. Tomorrow I’ll take a break and go see my momma and sister number three, who live in Henderson, for a nice visit before heading home late in the week. Or maybe I’ll stay here with Julie and the palm trees. 

All kidding aside, hitting the open road and getting away for a bit is good medicine.

In between the comedy of two old lady high school friends figuring out how to adjust the placement and setup of a hospital bed, driving to doctor’s appointments, and cooking some fun food, Julie actually got me to watch some TV. This isn’t a normal activity in my life, and it’s surprising how out of touch I am. 

Speaking of which, this whole growing old with the same people who knew you as a child is quite a feat, we’ve recognized this week, and we’re really enjoying our regular remembrances of antics through the years. We speak the same language and enjoy a shorthand that we both take for granted, but realized during a check-up appointment with Julie’s doctor yesterday.

Everything we do is either connected to a song, a person, or a story from the past, and we laugh all the time as we walk down memory lane. It really hit home as I watched the doc wrap Julie’s foot and ankle: how many times in my life I'd sat and waited while a coach did the same thing. I was instantly transported back to the locker room before every game, when Coach Serrano would carefully and expertly line, wrap, and then tape Julie’s ankles. 

Same activity, 40 years later. Isn’t life funny?

So, while I enjoy some time away with one of the oldest and dearest, relying on my team up north, we’ll all still be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach