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February 06, 2009
Vancouver
You wouldn’t know that Vancouver is a year away from the Olympics. I figured in my greener, more frugal lifestyle I would take public transit to Jim and JoAnne’s place on the north shore. I was told it would take 4 transfers and almost two hours. I hired a cab.
The Mulligans are very precious to Chis and me. There is something about their kids, Sam and Christine, that I connect with. They are super active and super bright, and so I have always felt that they were on a par with me (except for the super bright part). I hadn’t seen the family in 4 years, and I was growing worried that we had drifted apart. Well, one this is for sure, true family is inseparable, and the instant I saw them it was like 4 years had never transpired. Except of course for the fact that Christine, at 14, is now 3 inches taller than me. And Sam is catching up quickly.
There is something about Vancouver that gets into my soul. The fresh air, the rain, snow in the mountains… I fell right back into the outdoorsman that I find so difficult to be in New York. Jim and I snowshoed to the summit of Black Mountain, I did a ton of walking, cycling, and yoga. I had dinner with Lawrence and Janusz, which was wonderful.
I was intensely sad to leave after 5 days with them. It was true quality time with them, each of us doing what we needed to do, but still circling back to the cell of the family. I miss them terribly and have committed to be a bit more dedicated in staying in touch.
By the time Jim dropped me at the airport, my fog, the purpose of my voyage, was becoming a little clearer. It has something to do with family, and something to do with children. Maybe San Francisco will help to clear the fog. No, wait! It’s the foggy city. Clearly, the fog is a metaphor. For what, I’m not yet sure.
Posted by dave at February 6, 2009 07:43 PM