I had my swim, and realized how much I enjoy swimming.  My parents are both excellent swimmers, and my father taught me to swim when I was about five, in Lake George.  At this point, I don’t have much strength or stamina, but I have an easy, confident crawl stroke, and the water supports parts of my body that might otherwise lean painfully against each other.  I’m not doing a lot of swimming, but I’m loving every stroke.

Then came the long-haired visitors from not-quite-afar, bearing mysterious fruits of the tropics:  mamey, black (but still green) sapote, and “mango cheese” with cheese (so we could eat it Cuban style).  It is always such a pleasure to see them.  I didn’t know how much energy I would have to focus on conversation, but everything worked well.  A little after noon I suggested it was time for them to procure lunch, which they did at the same seafood restaurant (Swan River) we’d taken out from last Friday night.  We were all quite satisfied with our meals, although the fries that came with the cod cake didn’t manage to stay crisp on the ride home.

After lunch I sent the boys off to the beach so I could rest (and they could do something fun).  That’s especially good for my sweetie, who has been pretty much held captive by my immobility.  I rested for most of the afternoon, but when I realized that my father had gone back to his computer I decided I’d go in and see what he was up to.  On other trips, I’ve spent much more time doing this, but between my fatigue and my disinclination to sit on a hard chair, this was the first time.  (Okay; I was smart.  I took a couple of pillows to soften the chair– and that worked very well.)

Dad was looking at family photos– stuff I’d scanned and didn’t realize had gone into folders on his machine.  (I put them onto a flash drive.)  But he didn’t have the actual folder of photos from the disk, so I put that there.  He was having a wonderful time looking at the pictures, and I felt good sitting there with him at the computer.

Then the boys came home, full of fresh air and shells and photos of the birds and the beach.  We talked for a little while and then, at about six, I told them, regretfully, that it was time for them to leave.  Gracious as always, they said they were fading too, and agreed that it was time to go.

I didn’t have much supper– just a tapioca– but I’d had ice cream with chocolate sauce midway through the afternoon, and I wasn’t very hungry and it was almost bedtime.

We went to sleep at about 8:30 and slept pretty well.  We didn’t get up until after five, took our walk at about 6:15, and now my sweetie, back from his extended walk, is making breakfast for us.  Happy Thanksgiving!