A pleasant Sunday

I had planned just two or three days of holidays.  In the end, it's
already been fortnight.  Tomorrow it will be time to get back to work.

Today was a pleasant Sunday.

My father-in-law took the train to Paris tonight to take his flight
home tomorrow.  My wife accompanied him to put him on the plane and say
goodbye; she'll be back on Tuesday.  My parents are also traveling
abroad tomorrow for a month.  So it was a good opportunity for us all
to get together as a family at my sister's house for the day. 
Barbecue, sun on the terrace, and family chat.  My father and
father-in-law spent part of the day playing backgammon.

I couldn't resist and took a photo of them playing.  You know, it's
that kind of photo I saw me sharing with my son when he's grow up. 
Saying something like "you see, they're your two grandpas playing
backgammon together on the dining table at you aunt's house.  It was so
many years ago, in 2023, and you were there, playing in the garden with
your little cousin".  This photo is a mixture of present joy and future
sadness.  A testimonial.  A fleeting memory to be treasured.  We all
have or saw photos like that.  Maybe you took one yourself.  But it's
strange to have this kind of foresight.

The little one had so much fun in the garden (we don't have one, so
it's a whole new space of freedom for him).  He was eaten by mosquitos
and got a few bruises from running around so much.  But he came home
exhausted and content.  He devoured his meal and didn't even flinch
when I put him to bed.  He's now sleeping deeply; I hope he makes sweet
dreams of green grass, flowers, tall trees, and birds making intriguing
sounds.

I'm now home alone, with a beer, the little light in my office, and the
music of Devendra Banhart's "oh me oh My..." album.  A book is waiting
for me before I join the baby in his dreams.

Yes, it was a lovely last day of vacation.


                                       f6k, 2o23/o9/24