So, we came down to Florida with the boys for 6 days — leaving today. They all skied. Fotis is doing great, becoming the best skier he could be at this point in his life. His technique has dramatically improved since working with Chet Raley, the best water ski coach in the world pretty much, and it’s a bit of an honor to get his attention. Theodore is skiing the course, no small feat for a not yet seven year old. Petros is getting there as he started out this season behind Thedoore, but he will catch up.
Here, it’s been relaxing. I have gotten to run five or so miles each morning, which I so love, around this loop here twice. I have had time, to talk on the phone with my dad, to collect or even to have thoughts. To enjoy housekeeping, as it’s far more manageable with just four of us and this smallish home. I do laundry probably six times a day, which I love. I go to CVS and to the supermarket as needed. There is a mall less than five minutes away. You practically roll out of bed and fall into it. So I have replenished a bit at Sephora, Victoria’s Secret, sweats from Abercrombie and Hollister. It’s nice, pleasant, calm, low key.
Yesterday it was just too low key. And I sort of bottomed out on all the time, space and expansiveness. Totally missed the younger three and felt a deep need to just be home already. Christiane has a cough, the baby grows by the second. Constantine needs our love and attention and appreciation. There I am needed. Here Fotis is really giving the boys such a treat: his undivided time and attention and care. He has taught them both Risk and Monopoly. They ski all day every day. They get his immediate input, and see what it means to be a man. Or a boy age almost seven. Soon is: Seven. Petros did not let me kiss him as I put him in the car today. So I kissed my pointer finger and touched his knee. Ala E.T. Theodore I gave a big hug to this morning as he was waking up and shaking off sleep.
We have eaten out at Brewzzi’s (burgers), Abe & Louie’s (steaks), Sushi Yama, Victorio’s in Mizner Court (pasta), and today, who knows. I keep eating dry cereal here at the house.
I have a new goal. No Diet Coke until 12 noon. I am up to 1 p.m. Like an alcoholic not drinking before 10 a.m. Yes, this is me and my DC addiction. I have given it up for Lent in the past. Maybe I will squeak away from it. I upped my water intake.
So today while jogging I saw this family of gorgeous ducklings. A mama, daddy and their five babies. (Not unlike us, save for the beaks).
The Ducks of Boca West
