Thank you daddy

Day by day, strength is returning. Today, Gilly initiated a stroll down the dirt road, and easily agreed to walk a second time later in the afternoon. He made it farther than I ever dreamed possible the first time out. He surpassed his first effort by nearly double the distance the second time around. He hasn’t slept a wink all day, and is in good humour. By golly, I think he’s finally re-hooked on country air.

I can’t say much about vision, because he hasn’t mentioned it in two days. I daren’t raise the topic. I suspect that no news is good news; when it really gets to him he says so.

The peninsula was quiet today. By this afternoon we were left as the sole occupants of Birch Point. It is so peaceful here during the week. Liylah had very few waves to bite. She took several trips down the road, so there was no shortage of activity. The two of us caught a few winks in the late afternoon while Gilly remained wide awake; that’s a switch (except for the dog who habitually steals daytime naps).

So here we are and here we’ll stay for at least one more day and possibly another night. The word is that we’ll be back up again for the weekend after a 2 day jaunt to town for appointments. I’m not sure if Gilly has been brainwashed to say that or if he has made this decision independently, but in the end, it amounts to the same thing.

Why the flow of water and the sound of birds chirping is so hypnotic I cannot say, but it sure is good medicine for whatever ails you. The environment magically regenerates the heart, soul and body; we need a large dose of country this summer, and it’s here for the taking. We are so very fortunate. In his own way, my daddy is still taking care of us. Birch Point was his baby, and I thank my lucky stars for his foresight.