March has been full of mischief. Promises of warmer weather quickly snatched away, stolen bikes, and our galley seemingly shrinking. It's not that I am turning morose, as some say my last blog hinted at. Quite the contrary, I feel more alive and determined to embrace every joy than ever before. It's just that I tire of tasks that were once so simple, turning to tremendous repeated efforts a la Sisyphus! Let me give some examples. At the end of a long day, I could once simply flop in to my snug bed. Now, I have to disassemble the dining room table, re-make the cushions, and carefully place in two side boards. A stroller which could once be wheeled inside the garage now needs to be closed, hoisted and jig-sawed tightly in our dock locker. Cooking dinner on two tiny burners with counter space smaller than our cutting board tires even the most industrious girl out not to mention heating the water (carried from the dock spout) in a small kettle and trying not to repeatedly slosh water on one's toes! I could go on...
And yet, our days are a continual discovery of each other and our selves. We laugh at the lack of space and the hardship and somehow sleep has never been sweeter, a stroller never so fabulous, dinners never so delicious!
We are still learning how to slow down. Finding cafes and fountains where Dante will be content to let us people watch and talk about everything or nothing. That hasn't happened in years!
Hope you are all doing well. Please continue to stay in touch.
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