I had some trouble sleeping while up at the cottage
When you live in Toronto, and you’re on your way to the cottage, there is one place you must stop – Webers.
After so much walking, not only did my feet hurt *I had taken in my boots to get repaired and the guy took out and threw out my gel insoles and I didn’t notice until we were already hiking! Ugh. I was rather – read ‘very’ – upset* but I also was so so very tired. I slept much better, though the vino did screw it up a touch. And I woke up more rested, a little puffy, and full of sarcasm.
Your kids become you. You want them to read? Read? You want them to eat healthy? Eat healthy. You get the idea.
…for the amount of picture overload that will be coming your way over the next month.
Give what you want to get.
The World Cup. Yup, it’s a huge thing. In Poland, soccer is the game.
There was this great week there: where my In-laws watched my girl one evening, and then took her for two evenings on the weekend.
“So you, with a Medici smile, becoming not
A twilight personage but the danceable gloom
And music of all shade, wake trailing song
As in an hour of hot brilliance what
Happens is a wrung memory of light
And all shade is what music we have rung.”
– James Merrill
Sometimes it only shows through a tiny bit. Other times, like today, it screams at you with the fury of one thousand Hussars.
