The childfree balloon is starting to deflate. I woke up and wished that our poppets were tucked into their beds in the room next door. But instead they were miles away basking in grandparental adoration.
Instead, I had a long work call where I did not fear if 80 minutes of TV was warping my children's minds or if Sophie would appear any moment at my knee and announce in a very loud voice that she had poopy.
I picked cherry tomatoes off the vine and didn't have to share them.
I was a lady who lunched with my dear school chum and imminent novelist, Lisa Pasold.
I organised the long-neglected papers in my office, interspersed with surfing the net.
And finally, I headed off along Dundas St. for 90 minutes of uninterrupted time to wander the halls of the renovated Art Gallery for Ontario - for free. As my friend Colin said at the crowds "Whoever knew that there were so many freeloaders in Toronto!" Mind you, he is freeloader #1 as it was his 3rd free Wednesday.
One more day to go. What will we get up to? Any suggestions?
1 comment:
water balloon jamboree (fight sounds so unsportly).... throw little biodegradable rubber balls filled with water for the pure childish glee of it.....
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