home again home again jiggety jig

It’s no big deal flying from Boston to Toronto, but by the time I got home, made lunch for Matt before he went home, unpacked, did  two loads of laundry, caught up with messages, put in a grocery order for delivery on Saturday, and planned the rest of the week, I am a mite tired, and content to be watching the Blue Jays, just sitting and vegging out.  

But it’s blog time.

Well, I still haven’t managed to assimilate all the throat-catching memories of my lake experiences, particularly those when my children were little and Bill was still with us. Time passes.  Smiles and nostalgia remain. All I’ve ever managed to advise people about this is very simple:  Cherish the moments.  

Tomorrow I go toStratford to see a new play in the Studio Theatre.  We’ll see how that goes.

Anon, anon.