It’s Monday morning, one week after our arrival at the campground in Croton-on-Hudson, NY. Everything has gone well: shows at camps, workouts and swimming at a local club, a nice hootenanny at a friend’s home, good meals and even better rest.
The only glitch, thus far, has been Beth’s vertigo. She has had this issue a few times and it came roaring back on Saturday evening for no reason we can understand. Accordingly, we laid low on Sunday. This morning, she left to go to a camp where she’s teaching eight 30 minute yoga classes, so she’s evidently feeling better (2 out of 10). She’s a strong person. Of course, I am “on call” should she decide that support is warranted.
In her absence, I am grateful for mild weather and taking advantage of that local gym. I am happy to be back exercising. Mentally and physically, I always feel better when I treat my body with love and respect, two important components when returning to workouts after a layoff.
We had a delicious lunch with my mom, Pat, and my stepfather, Jim, a few days ago. They’re both in their mid-eighties and safely ensconced at a wonderful senior residence that I think of as one-half care facility and one-half luxury hotel. Compared to many of my peers who have to worry constantly about their parents, I have it very easy. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I am counting my blessings that they are comfortable, safe and able to socialize when they desire to leave their apartment.
Tomorrow, we perform at Summer Trails, a local day camp where we’ve been the featured act for twenty five years or more. This is a mutual love fest, a time when all of us – staff, counselors and campers – agree to pack up all our cares and woes and just have a blast singing, dancing and laughing our asses off. It’s a time when we pull out all of our silly material, invite counselors and kids onstage to perform with us, and make “fun” the goal.
Later, we’ll spend a relaxed afternoon with friends and then have an easeful dinner with even more of them. God willing and the creek don’t rise, Beth stays well and these beautiful plans carry us along as if we were tubing down the Delaware.
