today

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I am a family of one. Flying solo on this Canadian holiday weekend. The plan is to have fun. 

I love your company. But I have no problem taking myself out.

Maybe I'll see a movie, go to the Denyse Thomasos show at the AGO, or walk along the Humber river. I'm cooking a bunch — stuffed shells one night and roast chicken with all the sides on another. There were Italian pole beans at the market on Friday night. I can never walk past them — the attraction feels ancient. I'll either make fasoulia or have them steamed with too much butter. 

Three days of nothing but me. Super Bon!

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My family lives mainly in the West and the U.S. on both coasts. We have not seen each other in a while. Some of them since my father's memorial. 

I was on the Queen streetcar today, texting with my dad's youngest brother in B.C and my aunt at her home in St. Helena. I love them, and they love me. That's what's important. I hope soon our knees will be under the same table. Turkey's tolerable with the right company. 

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I was walking by Famiglia Baldassarre one morning this week at 10:00 a.m., their garage door was up, and this song was blasting. Thirsty Joe Cocker first thing Tuesday. An early morning reminder of life's pleasures. I busted out a smile. Shared a thumbs-up with the guy behind the counter. 

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1986