In recovery mode, on this serene Sunday during which Hurricane Irene’s bad weather decided, after a gloomy beginning, to pick up and go somewhere else … We had sun this afternoon, and a sweet breeze. I confess that when I came home yesterday, after watching the celebration of Jack’s life on King Street, then talking to my emotional mother and daughter, I sat down in a daze to drink a glass of wine or two, and then, perhaps, three. Or maybe even four. It was that kind of evening, thinking about the end of life, about legacy, children, the future of the country. About love, loneliness, courage, truth. All kinds of deep topics brought to the fore by the events of this week, honed to a rosy glow by red wine.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in