Our Family Reunion
A change of subject this week. After writing about Miss Riddell and Inspector Ramsay, I thought I'd say something about the author, spouse and family.
We were cruising gently in a child-free retired world when the government here in Canada introduced Lockdowns. During the enforced home imprisonment our son and his girlfriend separated, and he came to live and work-from-home in our basement. At least, I think he’s still down there.
This year, our daughter, her husband and son moved back to Canada from Australia to take up a post in one of Toronto’s many hospitals. So, after years of quiet, our weekends are now busy again. Not quite the ferrying-them-all-to-their-sports-games busy that made their teen years so frenetic but busy for gently retired people.
It’s not all bad news however, because we’re enjoying the ‘teach a soon-to-be toddler to walk’ moments and the ‘rescuing him from whatever dangerous item in the house he’s managed to find’ moments. These activities are a lot more interactive than the sporting times of children’s later years when we just drove them there and back.
Like kittens and puppies, human children really are a joy when they’re very young. I’m surprised some enterprising robot manufacturer hasn’t created the perfect, everlasting, one year old for pensioners to play with.
