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He’s Dodging Icebergs
And I’m making paper dolls…
My husband is away for a bit over six weeks. On the way to the Arctic. Working on a vessel, dodging icebergs and when he’s arrived he’ll have completed traversing the Northwest Passage, although not all in one trip. The first time he headed to the Arctic he left from the west coast of Canada, this time from the east.
Me, I’m the one at home or making the rounds of my kids. Keeping the home fires burning you could say. Although no fires. There’s a burning ban. Too much warm weather.
I don’t want to be there with him; the weather has been rough where he is, the seas choppy and although I love boating here on the left coast I am a fair-weather sailor. Also, the thought of cruising the grounds where the Titanic went down lacks appeal for me. So it isn’t that I want to be on his adventure.
It’s just that my life is a bit of a contrast to his.
I spent some time with my grandkids for a couple of days this week. Making paper dolls and reading endless stories while being rudely interrupted by the four-year-old. She has an extensive vocabulary and likes to say things like “This is literally the same picture that was on the page before.” Or asking “Can you tell me how I can get to be a real princess?” And asking for yet another group of paper dolls to be cut for her…
