2020 Life Logs, Day 191: Happy Birthday to My Sister Patsy
Date: Friday, July 10, 2020
Weather: Overcast Turning Mostly Sunny, Still Humid; High 82, Low 68 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
The Camp Oma adventure this afternoon was to go clamming in Bournes Pond, adjacent to Menauhant Beach. It was an overcast day with sprinkles of rain here and there, so putting on a wet suit and snorkeling for clams seemed the perfect activity. We had lunch at my house, put on our wet suits, and headed to Menauhant. The problem was that Oma misjudged the tide and the water ended up to be too deep for Ollie and Jonah to negotiate safely. Sam was fine and he went off on a snorkeling adventure while the rest of us walked along the edge of the pond to get to the clamming destination. Eventually even the edge of the pond got too mucky and we decided to call off the expedition until another day with lower tide. Instead of clamming, we walked back across the road to the beach and spent a little time playing in the water before heading back to my house. Sam reported that on his snorkeling adventure he saw one flounder and some sort of creatures that looked like little purple trees leaning to one side. Not sure what those were, so we need to do a little research. We headed back to my house to shower and dress. I dropped Sam at home and I drove Jonah and Ollie to the skate park with their scooters for their end of the day activity. Sam stayed home and rode his skateboard through the neighborhood and across the street to Morse Pond School for a little practice session. It was a good afternoon, despite the dreary weather.
Then tonight, I had a call from my friend Lynne Kirwin in New Zealand. She had planned to come home for the summer months, but because of the coronavirus, she has decided to stay until next spring. If things are better here, she will come home for the summer. We’ll just have to wait and see about that. I miss seeing her, but she is in a much safer place than here.
My sister Patsy is my only living sibling and today was her birthday. Happy Birthday, Patsy! My parents had their first child in 1924 and he died at birth. The next child was born in 1925 and he died of whooping cough at age three. The next four children were born in 1928, 1931, 1933, and 1935, two boys and two girls that grew up during The Great Depression. Then I came along in 1947. Patsy lives just outside of Nashville, so there was no way to be with her on her birthday in these coronavirus days.
Last July the whole family got together in late July to celebrate the life of Patsy’s husband Joe and that is the last time we were together. We must get together as soon as travel is once again safe and celebrate her 87 years and life in general.
