Monday: OH BUT THE GREEN

It had been raining hard earlier in the day, and I remarked to Emil that I was sure glad we had this nice big window to look through while we sat at the table.

“I like the green,” he said. A man after my own heart, that one.

Emil phones me every Thursday night unless he’s got another engagement. When I told him I’d be away for a week, he wondered if he should call me in Kelowna.

I don’t phone people when they’re on a holiday. I figure leave them alone, they’re trying to get away from it all! So I told him don’t call; phone your dad instead, or phone Scott, or your brother.

“But will you miss me when you’re gone?” he wondered.

If I said yes, he’d say (as he has many times) “I don’t miss you.”

I won’t, I said. Sometimes I don’t see you for two weeks, and that’s when I’m home; one week is nothing.

But, I thought, I’ll try to remember to phone him on Thursday night. Just because he’ll be surprised and probably pleased.

Just finished his three o’clock snack

Emil will be 30 this month. Best thing I ever made, this boy.

Lorna, Birdie: Too late. Clown shoes went into the garbage.