Summer is almost over and it’s time to report; an interesting few months, not as productive as I would have hoped, but none the less satisfying.
Summer began with a trip to Russia, on a river cruise that took us from St-Petersburg to Moscow, with a few stops on the way; a few were no more than tourist traps but others were worth the time. Other than St. Petersburg, the most interesting was the Yaroslavl City downtown a UNESCO world heritage site. Moscow was also an eye opener.
I returned from the trip, having gained a few pounds, but I wasn’t worried: the plan was to dog sit the grandchildren’s dog and I had planned long walks to get rid of the excess weight. I was wrong; Biscott, the small terrier, quickly established who the master was. The walks were limited to a few hundred feet. The animal, as I did by the way, decided that the weather was too hot for any kind of physical effort.
The grand kids came back from Hawaii picked up Biscott. He was replaced by the grandkids from Guelph who were excited to tell us all about their trip to Scotland and France. The world is getting smaller. At their age, my longest trip was a one-day affair to Missisquoi Bay, and I still remember it.
With all these distractions, I did not do much work on my fourth novel. Before leaving for Russia, I had written close to 30,000 words. When I came back, I had to complete a full revision to renew my train of thought. Everything is fine now but I made a bad mistake. I began a fifth novel on a subject that I have been thinking about for a few months. Every morning I now have to decide between the two.
Finally, I struggled through my seventy-second birthday. As I get older, I am finding that our society discriminates against seniors. If feminism marked the last few decades, ageism will be the next big issue.