Coming down, beginning to accept reality - my mother has been buried and memorialized, and now life without her goes on. Now we're in Ottawa in a blizzard with powerful winds, which means our afternoon flight is already delayed, probably won't be able to land on the island airport and will end up at Pearson hours late. It happened to me last year - five hours late getting home. This time with a baby. However, there are 3 of us to keep him busy. I'd forgotten how endlessly demanding it is, this job.
Yesterday we sat around a great deal, recouperating, and looking after Eli as he chewed on table legs. In the afternoon, my brother came with his family and my son, who'd spent the night there and the morning tobogganing in the Gatineau with Mike's 5 year old son Jake. We were all hung-over, more emotionally than physically. Instead of going out in the rain and snow, as was originally the plan, we ordered Swiss Chalet. Do came, and everyone was happy with chicken and ribs and fries. I said, this is one of the things people miss in France - when the thought of cooking is unbearable, the pleasure of ordering Swiss Chalet.
After they left, Anna discovered she needed more formula, so, despite the injunctions against the place, I went to the local Walmart. Now I know that Walmart at 7.30 on a Saturday night is surreal: bright and desolate . But the formula is cheap, and while there I bought us two DVD's, two of my favourite films - "Marigold Hotel" and "Up." Hard to find a film that works for everyone from 28 year old Sam to 92 year old Auntie Do, but "Hotel" was perfect; Sam managed to rig up the DVD player and find the remote, buried in a basket of junk, and we all sat drinking tea and watching brilliant British actors come to life in India. What a treat.
Today, packing up and trying to get home. Outside the window, again, the landscape is barely visible. No, right now, a complete whiteout. We ain't going anywhere. Inside, safe and warm, a lucky family, closer than ever, and best of all, a happy baby boy, busy eating parnsips.
To the Doctor and Back - *The one balcony I liked. Hemlock St.* * * Today I set out to look at balconies on a grey but dry day (so far). I live in a tower and have no balcony; onl...
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