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oh, i spent a weekend that was short but seemed like a thousand days. & i smile for the great truth that i know such lovely, welcoming people... mi casa es siempre su casa.
(please, correct my spanish if i am wrong.)
friday night? oh! dinner, wine, & i don't remember... perhaps i had an excellent night's sleep. yes, likely. but more likely that we ate dinner, complete with wine i ran out in the rain to get as maude is a cat afraid of water, & claire does too much already, & shawn is... two.
saturday, oh saturday of the not-too-distant-past, what it was like to go out on the town & not worry about finding a babysitter! i initiated maude to the goth club world, & with a beer or two she felt at home enough to dance, instead of just hanging back & watching me. & so the night went on... we met serge & yanick, danced, danced more, went for 99-cent pizza & promptly got kicked out of the restaurant for our rather conspicuous, um, existence. serge drove my home; yanick drove maude to his home... sunday morning, no mummy for shawn, but mamy claire & tante lise filled the cracks!
sleep was so good...
sunday evening, mia came knocking, of course, she wants to play & she reiterates that she'd rather stay with us than daddy francis because he doesn't play... case in point: maude & i took shawn into the alley -- the central point where all meet -- to play with the ball, soon joined by mia, melodie, & sophie's children... of course maude & i had fun! but francis, watching from his yard... "i wonder who this kids are here... while sipping wine with sophie we recounted that story. sophie, ever the fun-loving easygoing woman she is: "me!" we agreed. she showed off pictures of her oldest son, sébastien, in halifax with his girlfriend... he takes really lovely photos.
in other news, shawn decided that blue hair is a fantastic fashion statement for a two-year-old & that scented markers make the best dye.
(please, correct my spanish if i am wrong.)
friday night? oh! dinner, wine, & i don't remember... perhaps i had an excellent night's sleep. yes, likely. but more likely that we ate dinner, complete with wine i ran out in the rain to get as maude is a cat afraid of water, & claire does too much already, & shawn is... two.
saturday, oh saturday of the not-too-distant-past, what it was like to go out on the town & not worry about finding a babysitter! i initiated maude to the goth club world, & with a beer or two she felt at home enough to dance, instead of just hanging back & watching me. & so the night went on... we met serge & yanick, danced, danced more, went for 99-cent pizza & promptly got kicked out of the restaurant for our rather conspicuous, um, existence. serge drove my home; yanick drove maude to his home... sunday morning, no mummy for shawn, but mamy claire & tante lise filled the cracks!
sleep was so good...
sunday evening, mia came knocking, of course, she wants to play & she reiterates that she'd rather stay with us than daddy francis because he doesn't play... case in point: maude & i took shawn into the alley -- the central point where all meet -- to play with the ball, soon joined by mia, melodie, & sophie's children... of course maude & i had fun! but francis, watching from his yard... "i wonder who this kids are here... while sipping wine with sophie we recounted that story. sophie, ever the fun-loving easygoing woman she is: "me!" we agreed. she showed off pictures of her oldest son, sébastien, in halifax with his girlfriend... he takes really lovely photos.
in other news, shawn decided that blue hair is a fantastic fashion statement for a two-year-old & that scented markers make the best dye.