Birch point blues

It’s a Birch Point tradition to feel blue on Sunday evening; returning to the city is oh so hard to do. We’ve managed to turn Sunday into Monday this summer, but it hasn’t helped a bit. The mamas and the papas sang about Mondays many moons ago. I should have known; I still feel blue.

We have a reason to rejoice, though, this week. John is coming in from New York to join us in celebrating our 24^th anniversary. It’s a year long erev 25^th; we’re starting early. Why not? Grandma and Tamara are organizing the event (dinner somewhere); the anticipation of a joyous occasion is enough to shake off the Birch Point blues.

Thinking back to our wedding is always a joyous trip down memory lane. We wanted a small country wedding, kibbutz style. We landed up with 200 people, but the country charm was far from lacking. Four pitchforks supported the chupah, and many of our guests disrobed and jumped into the lake during the festivities. Where has the time gone?

Gilly was up at 9:20 this morning; a new record (except for physio days when I wake him). His condition seems quite similar to what it was yesterday. I asked him what he thinks I ought to do to ensure that he eats and does his exercises once I go back to work. He offered to begin considering these matters his responsibility. I asked him to practise for the next two weeks, because time is ticking. He agreed to give it his best effort.

I’d like to take the day off tomorrow; there will be no blog because it is a Birch Point holiday; our 24^th. Rest assured he will be doing just fine; I’ll see to it.

I’ve had my lake swim and the dog hair is vacuumed; I suppose it’s time to hit the road once again.