Early Morning: going to Boston today, moving my body through time and space. Maybe I'll get back to you when I plug into my host Wifi, or maybe not. Think beautiful thoughts....

Later: What lovely people liked that brief entry above? I'm here, now, sitting on the back porch of my daughter's home in Quincy, Massachusetts. I know I said Boston because that's where the airport is but the family actually lives in Quincy now. They're on a hill overlooking Boston. (Did you know Boston is surrounded by hills?) Anyway, I'm here and feeling somewhat deracinated. I love that word; it comes from the French racine,meaning root,and yes I am uprooted again,just when I had barely put down new roots after so long away. Not that long, I know, and I'd do it again. Except...

You remember that old line, (oh dear, where did this bold face come from???) old line from an airline ad: "getting there is half the fun"? Well, that's a crock. It's no fun at all. I was nervous, harassed and exhausted by the time we boarded the plane. However, the air is soothing and warm and so is my family. I am blessed.

Yesterday evaporated. As you may remember, I left Toronto in March, still winter. So my son Matthew segued into spring and summer without supervision. He got along very well, didn't miss me at all, apparently - "Good!" I said, "You'll get along fine without me when I die." But what about his clothes? His winter scarves and gloves and hats and mitts were piled up just as he had abandoned them. I sorted them out and assembled a pile for him to wash (have to get him some Woolite), and threw out some worn-out thing plus pants and stuff. We ate a bread-less lunch. (I'm helping him plan a menu for lunch at work, without sandwiches, to help him decrease his wheat-belly.) Then we went to a movie I wanted to see.

So did everybody else. It was the Civic, or Simcoe (in Ontario) holiday Monday and people were intent on entertainment. The theatre was full, including lots of kids, including some very young ones. Are you aware of INSIDE OUT? I've been reading about it. The five "characters" guiding the actions and reactions of the heroine are her inner emotions: Joy, Sadness, Fear, Despair and Anger. It's psychologically valid and the concepts are adult and sophisticated: there's a Train of Thought they must catch and they keep passing Déja Vu. Little kids don't dig that, but at one pint I paused to listen and they were all rapt, not restless or bored at all, just totally absorbed in the suspense of the story, and the humour. My challenged son got it and laughed a lot. Wow. You can look it up. I recommend that you see it.

Today is going to evaporate, too. We have to get ready to fly to Boston tomorrow, to visit my daughter and son-in-law (Matt's favourite brother) soI have a lot to do to get ready. Anon, anon.