… I’ll be right here. Well, that’s where I’ve been, anyway. This summer has been full of packing, driving, border crossings, immigration problems, solo parenting, and a whole lot of waiting. Doodle, Hoob, the baby and I found ourselves waiting for dad, all of our stuff, and our new place much longer than planned. Thankfully, we had somewhere pleasant to do our waiting and some good friends to help us wait.
So, now we’re reunited, kind of settled, approaching back to normal, and open for business.
I’ve been thinking about maps a lot lately because Doodle is seriously into Winnie-the-Pooh and wants me to look at the map of the “100 Aker Wood” about a thousand times a day so that he can show me the Bee Tree. So, I was in a mappy frame of mind when we visited one of our favourite beaches today. If asked what he would like to do at any given moment, Doodle will most likely want to go to “Papa’s Beach,” named by him after an apparently memorable trip there with one of his grandfathers. I’m pretty sure that there’s treasure buried on the island, but I haven’t been able to look for any because the island is closed until the fall because it’s a heron and egret nesting area.
Woah! Get THIS! So, I had never been on the site for this beach before, but just went to check for the date on which the island opens up again (Aug 31st, fyi), and it turns out that Captain Kidd is “reputed to have buried his treasure on the island in 1699”!!! I knew it! I hope he didn’t disturb any egrets. In equally exciting Papa’s Beach island news: apparently that is no ordinary sandbar, but rather a tombolo. It seems as though I have some changes to make to this drawing!
This post is going up a little late tonight because, well, that’s a lot of houses. This drawing kind of came out of nowhere, but now that I think about it (because, you know, I have to write about something), it actually incorporates lots of things that I think are kind of cool. Islands, of all sorts, are pretty neat. I once watched a gang of eight year olds examine a dead bird for about an hour on one of these suburban islands. Maps, obviously, are cool, especially the treasure kind. Now that it is getting warmer and Doodle and I are looking forward to spending our days walking around in the woods, I think we might have to take up letterboxing. There are tons of boxes near us, and Doodle loves nothing more than finding stuff hidden in other stuff. The trick will be getting him to put the boxes back.