In the 70’s, on Wednesdays, my friend, let’s call her Syd, and I would go to the Jewish Community Centre at 5pm. For an hour we would do gymnastics while learning to teach gymnastics. At 6pm we would swim while learning how to teach swimming. Then, we would have an hour long meeting with other like-minded teenagers to discuss what we had learned.
Every Saturday we would then spend the entire day at the Jewish Community Centre teaching swimming and gymnastics to little kids whose parents had paid the YMCA to occupy their children all day. We were called Leaders in Training and we didn’t get paid a dime.
The garden is doing great. The weeding is coming along, the garlic is thriving and there are beautiful signs of spring everywhere.
We had an unplanned trip to town this week when our friends were able to come to the aid of the island yet again, and bring a 200 pound piece of equipment for the firehall up from Victoria. In the fall they brought the island newsletter up from the printer. Honestly, I love that they have finally retired, so I think of reasons for them to come to Nanaimo and see us. Lunch at the Crow and Gate for the first time in three years was an added bonus.
There were encouraging signs of an impending herring season today. We noticed five or six eagles having lunch with a bunch of seagulls in front of our house. They were flying off with one, often two, herring at a time in their talons. Stay tuned!
We have our granddaughter coming tomorrow for spring break. We have so much fun when she visits. The dogs adore her and I suspect, if given the option, they would gladly replace us with her. When she jumps in puddles, we jump in puddles, when she wants to read eighteen books after lunch, we read eighteen books after lunch and again after dinner when requested, ‘cause you can’t read enough books.
But for this visit we wanted to give our granddaughter another way to spend her time here while enhancing the whole island experience down the road for all of our family and friends. So we have fulfilled a childhood dream of mine to own my own trampoline. It has been fifty years since I did a somersault on land, let alone on a trampoline. Judging by my first attempt this afternoon it is going to be a while before I can jump up and down in one place without falling to the mat in hysterics. But, when our little girl jumps, we will jump.
I may well need to buy shares in Depends, but I refuse to
grow old gracefully