As the pace of life slows down your day can be reduced to: "woke up, ate a few meals, went shopping, chatted to some friends and relations, went to bed." The minutiae within that pattern doesn't have to be monotonous. Here's a variation on the theme.
Jet-lagged, my mother had been awake for most of the early hours so wasn't perturbed by her grandson's wanting to talk to her (from Australia) at 7:30 a.m. A dull, wet day didn't prevent us from making an outing to Loblaws after breakfast where she bought me a gorgeous bunch of flowers, walking back home through the park by the river. Then she had a lie-down on the settee to listen to Mozart's Gran Partita while I made lunch. After phoning my sister, Mum accompanied me on the piano while I played the violin and sang, trying out a Debussy song that neither of us knew, as well as some more familiar music.
When Chris came home, she sight-read the accompaniments for the Saint-Saëns and Borodin clarinet pieces he's learning, as well as several accompaniments for the songs he sings. We had also been chatting with Emma and Alexander who said the word "great-grandma" for the first time, when he saw her on screen. Mum then wanted to look at several people's photo albums on Facebook. Laurie, Liz and David joined us for a Portuguese supper at the Casa do Churrasco where we made arrangements for Liz, Mum and me to go to the new Gladstone theatre on Sunday afternoon to see an Alan Ayckbourn farce.
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