Behind the church in town where Everett is being tutored in Grade 10 math.

Everett’s session was at 1 o’clock. I dropped him off and then thought about what to do. Get the errands done first, then visit Grandma, or vice versa? How about get the errands (five stops) over with, sit in the church parking lot with a cup of coffee and a chicken wrap, and listen to the radio for an hour? That's it.

Cleaned and organized my shoulder bag while at it. When Everett came out, we went to see Grandma. Old-time music was coming from the lounge, and knowing she’d be there and not want to come away, I acquiesced to Everett's request to make a u-turn in the hallway and come home.

He’s just come in, excited. “There’s a deer in the yard and it is not intimidated by Sara.” He girded his loins to fight off the wild creature (in spite of my assurance it would not attack), heading back out with a shovel over his shoulder to do double duty for a weapon and the “turd tour.” Casper the dog’s bad habit is she shits where we walk.

The boys are off with their dad tonight till Tuesday.

Too many clothes.
Nothing to wear.
I hate shopping.
-story of my life

“Never wrestle with pigs. You both get dirty and the pigs love it.” - recounted by Gordon Pinsent, regarding critics