my wedding anniversary

June 7. I married Bill Wylie, best thing I ever did. I was 21.

You’re supposed to get a new mattress every 20 years. We had just bought our sectimond mattress. And Bill died, unexpectedly.

The third, a futon hide-a-bed, came when I moved to a winterized cottage on Bass Lake, Mactier, In Muskoka .By that time I was writing books and travelling on publicity tours, with no time for writing. I kept writng and wrote more. Then I moved back to Toronto and bought another mattress and wrote some more.

It was almost ttme for a new mattress but I needed a new sofa, not a hide-a-bed. The latest one, purchased for my Toronto iiving room, was too big for my newest place so I bought a new two-seater.

So here I am, in my posibly penultimate home, for I don’t know how long.

I haven’t been told yet.

But it’s my anniversary and I’m 94. I think I got it right.