Three nights in a row
J's mom will be 96 at the end of this month. It's a struggle to keep up with her. She's a great drinking buddy - two glasses of wine each, and we're well away. J removes our glasses - 'Refill, J?' I ask. He growls. The glasses don't return.
She tells me stories of her life and her very extensive family. I get a bit muddled - and this is during the daytime - and expect to be tested on the family tree any moment. It is an enormous pleasure to sit talking with her, sitting in the covered porch facing the bay and Fortune, wind and rain and sun.
On Saturday night, one of her grandsons and family come for supper - grilled fish they have caught. I play Timberrr with Teddy, a great grandson, who already at 12 as his own boat and 40hp outboard, lucky chap.