Is it better to be in rainy Maine, with the wind whistling through all the greenness, than in scorching Tucson? For once in my life it doesn’t matter. I’m happy. Brook and Gian, the wedding couple, will arrive in Southwest Harbor tonight. Ethan is flying across the Atlantic to meet up with Steph in NYC. They’ll arrive at our Seawall Road home on Sunday night. Dan hooked up the fastest wifi ever. We’re going out for dinner tonight with one of my dearest Mount Desert Island friends.
Rain or no rain, it’s time to celebrate family, peace and happiness. How long will this last? Who knows — I hope longer than the seemingly interminable rain. The saying about Maine weather is “just wait a minute and it’ll change.” Yeah, we want to get on our bikes, hike Beech Mountain, loll about on the rocks at Ship Harbor, and have a superlative clear day for the big event next week.
Meanwhile, memories abound like the rain. Teenage Brook said the hallway and the small wood ledge at the top of the stairs reminded her of Little Women. Brook, Ethan and I huddled together on the futon during cold winter evenings in front of the fire, drinking tea, eating mint chocolate chip ice cream (got some in the freezer now) while reading, watching Seinfeld, Northern Exposure or a movie. The “bathroom wars” took place every morning when my two teenagers got ready for high school, until I banged on the door to hurry one or the other out.
Poof. All of a sudden they’re both in their 30s.
The wind and rain will eventually stop, like everything else. A therapist once told me the only thing we can be sure of in life is change. It’s worked for me although now, at my age, I prefer occasional fun surprises to big changes.
And relaxing is always good.