The first year I was in Canada on July 1 it was brilliantly sunny. We went for a walk on the beach and stopped for ice cream.
I missed Canada Day last year because I was home from Nova Scotia by June 18. This year we’ve had fog and/or rain every day I’ve been here but one. Today’s not the one.
A check of the webcam reveals they’re doing their best to be festive down at the harbour.
It’s even worse out at the lighthouse on the cape, but they’ve got their flags up, including one on the “big chair.”
At least it was dry and cheery inside at the farmers’ market on Saturday.
And a curled-up and sleeping cat can be restorative on even the foggiest, rainiest days.
Especially if he wants to help with your knitting.
We’ll see if it dries out and clears up enough for fireworks tonight.
”A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again.” –Anonymous
Happy Father’s Day! (And you thought my face was funny here!)
Or not, if you find the notion rather disturbing for a middle aged white woman like myself.
You could just enjoy the Chicago parade instead.
And a beautiful day it has been here.
The other day at dinner, during a conversation about the pros and cons of Valentine’s Day, my favorite seven-year-old says: “The only type of Valentines candy I respect is the kind with no love on it. Also I like money.”
A real cutie, and a pragmatist. He’ll break a girl’s heart someday.
Posting early today as my time the rest of the day and evening is scheduled to be packed.
Wishing everyone the best as we leave the old year behind and forge into the new.