In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Perfect, really, the weather held off perfectly, for the overnight trip to Provincetown, Saturday to Sunday.
Friday we biked to the ocean, Surfer's Beach (Whitecrest) and then to Long Pond (note to self: I'm pretty sure Great Pond, which I like better, is at the first road, across from the Beachcomber). There Heather tried to teach Afam to swim! She started with floating – which we realized afterward he wasn't doing too badly, considering he was wearing long shorts, not a bathing suit! – but I still think my 'go to chest height and try not to touch the ground' method is worth trying more, or at any rate patenting ;-)
Some debate (Heather vs me) over whether Route 6 back was faster or not, but certainly it would have been nicer not to take the main road– I still think it's shorter, but not enough to justify it.
Grandpa and I shared a drink at the Lobster Pot (he'd taken us all to dinner Saturday night). Losing people in your 20s is hard; growing old must be rotten. But he seems to be doing all right.
He thanked me for coming.
Only thing was the end with Heather forgetting her phone and ID and credit cards and gift cards in the front seat's pocket, and the terrible drive back, and forgetting to return Granpda's DVD player to its room-- I brought it upstairs rather than watch the movie right next to Grandpa and Barbara's room.
"Almost Peaceful" is an excellent movie, by the way.