Mum’s first day in the ICU was hard, but she survived. Apparently a bit of psychosis is normal in the elderly after anaesthetic, and she was angry yesterday, especially that she had put herself through this torture again, at 88. But we’re sure that she’ll forget this bit when she has recovered and is better than ever.

So – relief, if not yet for her, then for us.

I went for a walk at dusk yesterday, in love with my neighbourhood, with spring, with life. A glorious world. Cabbagetown has never looked so beautiful, every tree in bloom, front gardens packed with flowers. I ran into several neighbours – Ryan’s baby is now 2 1/2, how did that happen so quickly; young Angeline, a friend of Sam’s, is learning to pilot a plane; Riverdale Farm has survived to fight another day. The light was sheer, delicate, fading. So many grand old trees.

My beloved Chris is now spending many hours a day writing his play. He downsized a few years ago to a tiny apartment and has an uncomplicated life. I wrote to tell him how I envied that freedom to work, and he wrote back, “Your life could be so much different if you sold that house. Would you ever downsize?