As I write Simon is heading home from Peterborough via Toronto and Dallas! A short sleep and it will be time to pick him up! We are so looking forward to having him at home for Christmas! And not only him but all the family! Such fun! Chaos and mayhem is what Simon is expecting! But what’s new? A little squeezy and a lot of laughter!
The first of the Christmas visitors arrived on Wednesday. The mending which has been accumulating for months on the chair in my bedroom is done, the sewing box cleaned out and sorted, the fridge cleaned out and sorted and the medicine box also cleaned out and sorted! Marvellous! By the time Jean leaves perhaps the entire house will be clean! But with Simon arriving, closely followed by Vicky and Richard and then Lara closely followed by Victor, we might be distracted, not to mention the festivities of Christmas and the New Years Eve party, which will not allow time and energy for much else!
As this year is drawing to an end with Christmas looming large, I wish you happy times with family and friends. I won’t say Merry Christmas yet as I may manage a post before, though may be not on my current haphazard blogging schedule! Hurray says Richard!
Sometimes things are meant to be! Today’s writing task has fortuitously collided with my real world. For today I met up with the one of the most interesting women I have met not only here in Peterborough but anywhere! I noticed her when I was on a trip to the Peterborough Art Gallery, she was so full of life, vibrant and funny! We ended up like naughty schoolgirls at the back of the pack, chatting and not being as respectful to the guide who was showing us around as we should have been. We exchanged contact details, she giving me a business card “I live with a graphic designer” and me giving her a scrappy piece of paper!
We met again, a wine bar this time, and talked and talked. Her lean toned body told me she was far fitter than me. Cycling and cross-country ski-ing are her passions, reasons for moving to Peterborough. She menTioned, in passing, that she continued cycling after “coming off (as in from!) the Canadian road biking team. Ok, so I am never going cycling if she invites me! As it turned out we decided to meet today at the last minute in case we won’t have a chance to meet before I leave for my long holiday and she for her cycling holiday, when the weather is right. We walked to the Silver Bean café and talked as we savoured our ice creams. I don’t know how we got onto the subject of camping but we did (I didn’t admit that I have only ever spent one night of my life in a tent!). She told me of her recent camping trip, cycling and setting up camp each night through New England with friends and of cycling back alone, her friends going on further, of how terribly lonely it was being alone in a camp ground where no-one talked to her, no-one shared a beer and of how you can be so much more alone in that situation than one in which you are alone. I am full of admiration for this woman who drove her daughter to Arizona one winter, camping along the way, leaving her at a Youth Leadership camp and then driving home, camping alone in Provincial Parks. Her description of one of those nights was hilarious – oh crap, I’m alone and oh crap, I have to set up my tent, oh crap, I have to make a fire, oh crap, there are feral pigs all around, oh crap, here comes a truck, now I’m not alone! It turned out to be the park ranger coming to explain he was locking her into the park for the night! I could no more manage to set up a tent, build a campfire and be alone in the wilderness than fly to the moon. To my mind she is extraordinary and she sees this as perfectly ordinary, something anyone can do!
She’s opinionated and feisty, the personification of sassy, with a laugh that comes from deep within. warm and ready to share her great depth of knowledge and passion for politics and the environment – I am so glad to have found such a friend.
Other than sharing that lovely time my day involved a lot of cycling, easy cycling, back and forth to Arrowsmith with Simon and then a beautiful long walk at the end of our day, along the canal and up past the Lift Lock, finally enjoying a beer at the Ashburnham Ale House to make the most of these glorious summer evenings. Simon says he didn’t have a beer, he had a coke!
And here is one of those gorgeous irises I mentioned yesterday!