Tomorrow I return to work and my regular Monday to Friday routine. The past two weeks have been the most enjoyable of the last few months, as we took our time doing what we like to do.  As I grow older, more and more I realize the simple things bring the most joy.
I thought my daughter was only joking when she asked us to drive my truck in the Lakeville Canada Day Parade.  In her neighbourhood you are either part of the parade or part of the spectators. What better way to spend time with my granddaughters then blowing up red and white balloons to decorate the truck. While decorating the truck, a red fox ran across the lawn hoping to get a good spot for the parade. The dollar bottles of mix were a great hit when our bubbles floated over the crowd.  After the parade we blew up the rest of the coloured balloons, tossing garbage bags full at the ceiling, playing tennis with a rainbow of latex.
Arriving at the community yard sale as they announced everything left on the tables was free for the taking added to the celebrations.  Squeezing an antique bed frame into my daughter’s small car will be a tale told time and time again.
Making cupcakes for Emma to decorate was also a huge hit. It did not matter to Emma that I screwed up the recipe by adding twice the butter, or that the frosting was made by Betty Crocker.  She’ll remember decorating the cupcakes her way, without any one telling her how to do so.
After a nap at the hotel, we returned in the evening to watch the spectacular fireworks. No small feat considering I’m usually in bed by 9:00 each night.
On the way back home from visiting my daughter and her family, we traveled the back roads of New Brunswick.  We were rewarded with a bald headed eagle’s nest on a pole close to the highway. Twice we spotted deer. In a field of bright yellow canola, we watched as a momma moose and her ganguly calf wandered through the high flowers.  I didn’t have the time to take a picture but that’s okay.
My DH and I can drive for miles in total silence, not because we are upset, but because sometimes there is no need for words.  Even when we got lost, we simply drove back to where we started and tried another road. As we approached the city around noon, Carl wondered where I would like to go for lunch.  The thoughts of noisy diners just did not fit with the day. We settled for a picnic lunch purchased at the Fredericton Supervalue.
In the parking lot we shared sandwiches and salad, neither one of us ready for the hustle, bustle and noise of the world to intrude on our little universe.
