2/ Took a train to Paris for several days before the meeting began;
3/Returned to London via train;
4/ Flew back to the Washington DC and home;
5/ Rested one day then flew to Chicago where I rented a car;
6/ Drove to Sheboygan WI to see Aunt Marge for several days;
7/ Drove across WI via La Cross to the twin cities in Minnesota for a professional meeting which lasted about 6 days;
8/Turned in the car at the airport and flew back to Chicago; and then home.
I had energy when I was in my late fifties.
The recent trip to CA has left me more weary than normal, whatever normal is. I assume its jet lag, but I have not experienced it before.
While I was in California, I woke at 4:30, the time I ordinarily wake on the East Coast but given the time zones it was 1:30 on the East Coast.
Richard set up the coffee pot each evening, and I turned it on when I got up. I drank several cups of coffee each morning.
While it was dark, I read my Kindle sitting in a leather chair in the Great Room of their lovely home. When the dawn came, I went on the patio and sat watching the sun peek over the mountains in the distance. The air was perfect, the sky clear, and the birds were busy with their daily tasks. When the sun hit the blooming plants in the yard and warmed them, many tiny hummingbirds came to feed. Next door, various birds, including Black Phoebe, fed on a subtropical tree with orange fruit (not a palm).
When we visited the Botanic Gardens, I bought a ‘bird book’ for San Diego County, a pit stop or a destination for many migratory birds traveling the Western flyway, including the hummingbirds. I had not troubled myself to identify them when I was younger and lived in San Diego County in the 1950s. Now that I am older, I pay attention to such things.
We drove through Torrey Pines on the way home from the Botanic Gardens and saw water and marsh birds, many of them migrants. I showed my younger grandson how to record the birds he had seen in his new bird book. “Some day, you will have a life list as long as mine, I told him.”
I am passing on a family tradition.
My grandparents, aunts and parents were bird fanciers. Nana (my Dutch grandmother) raised lovebirds and parakeets. We lived with her from time to time (Mom, Shelly and I) when I was small, and Dad was between jobs.
When I watch the birds, I feel close to Nana and all those who went before me. To the left is a photo I have posted before, taken in Brook Green Gardens SC when Nana and Grandpa came to visit us. We lived on Myrtle Beach in an old house. The skyscapers did not exist then. Nana wanted to see the birds so the family made a trip to the famous gardens.