Flight delayed; sitting in the Porter lounge with shortbread cookies, cappuccino, and thou. In my suitcase – Ikea junk and smoked salmon from my brother, to go into the freezer for us to devour Xmas morning. And on the computer, a 10 page typed document of family memories I just sent to my cousins in Washington. Treasure.
From my quick morning walk:
Who knew that Ottawa had a Poets’ Pathway?
There was sun, briefly, and many annoyingly noisy Canada geese. Question: why don’t we eat them? Wouldn’t that kill two birds, literally, and help with hunger and an over-abundant goose population?
I kept singing Macca’s sweet song “The Two of Us”: “You and I have memories/longer than the road that stretches/out ahead …”
Could not resist – this is part of my aunt’s collection of plastic bags, the ones she has carefully folded and wrapped in rubber bands. But when we needed a plastic bag, she opened her dishwasher, which was stuffed full to overflowing with them. My mother too had a huge collection of plastic bags, and sometimes, I’m tempted to hoard them myself. CAUTION! TURNING INTO AN OLD PERSON!
