Catherine jetted off to New York City this morning for a fun-filled week with our old friend (and erstwhile Islander) Cindy. They’re staying on the Upper East Side at a place that advertises itself as being “a unique setting for reflection, study, fellowship, and prayer.” I’m not sure they plan on doing much of any of that, but who knows what might happen.
In the meantime, this, young [[Oliver]] and I are left to fend for ourselves. We did not-so-bad this morning, although when the 8:10 a.m. leave-home-for-school time arrived I realized that I hadn’t completed the final few lunch-preparation steps mandated by Catherine (cut up the fruit, decant the hummus). Next week I won’t have the benefit of the “okay, so I’ve made most of Oliver’s lunch” program backing me up and will have to take things to another level.
If you happen to be in New York City for the next week, and have some sort of radical lesbian poetry knitting festival that you think Catherine needs to attend, please send word.
Oliver and I have a busy program of activities planned, from the downtown schools family fun day and the banquet of the Canadian Home and School Federation tomorrow through to an ambituous home renovation project (or, at the very least, a plan to clear out the front bedroom that’s been accumulating bits and bobs since last summer when it was our dumping ground for all things not required by our summertime renter during our time in Berlin).
So if, over the next week, you see me looking slightly more dedraggled than usual, or witness Oliver with his trousers on backwards or pita bread in his hair, you’ll now have some context.
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