Oskar

Today all 3 grandkids realized they hadn't spent any time in the studio "making stuff". They have been too busy. No one ever said "what should I do?" Tatum did do some mosaic concrete blocks yesterday when she decided not to go to the beach with the guys, - it really was cold for swimming this year. So since it was too windy today for the boats, they painted some things and cleaned up their shops, supervised by A. and packed their gear, while H and I went to the Island AGM for 2 hours. This afternoon we trekked up to the faerie Circle to add some more things including a very fine concrete ladybug by Tatum. But I liked this photo of Oskar with the goldheaded green and yellow bird he painted and placed just so. Oskar moves to his own drummer. He is a challenge. At least he?s only going home with nothing worse than zillions of bumps and scrapes and bruises on all extremities. Whew. yesterday he dragged his own huge fir branch to a different beach so he could sit under it for shade. At 6, he?s the youngest of these 3 and sometimes can't keep up, but they are pretty good about including him. (With plenty of NOISE about it, of course.) There is no end to the boys' wrestling. Tatum just shakes her head. Thursday night we made videos of songs and dances - we were laughing so hard - they are Utube worthy. When we were almost ready to leave for the ferry today , Oskar insisted he and I could make one more thing - a Thor hammer. "you can do it Granma, It's not the end of the world!" I didn't think I could. But I did.

Now they are on their way back to Seattle after the weeklong camp. H and I are totally wiped out. (Is this what battle fatigue feels like?) I can only sit and stare at the computer. Here's what I'd like for tomorrow: Stay in bed all day with my books, have "someone" bring me tea, lattes, and then G and T, in that order. I could take turns with H, getting him the same. Of course this won?t happen and our backs couldn't deal with it anyway, so the 2nd choice would be a nice row---only got one of those this week, --and then sit in a chair on the beach waiting for something good to come along to blip. Don't care how long it takes. And no talking. Or listening .