8:52 a.m.

It’s still dark when the kids go out to catch the bus at 8 o’clock in the morning on school days. Their shadowy figures are silhouetted at the end of the driveway as the dog jumps up on Everett and he grabs her front paws to dance.

I went to turn off the outside light just after the bus picked them up, and thought this would make a pretty picture if I could catch the colours just right.

Follow this link to see a photo of the dawn, from the other side of the Atlantic, where John Bailey diligently keeps his online journal on a virtually daily basis. I’ve been reading it for years. He has constantly encouraged and appreciated my efforts, both in writing and in life, and has become a dear and valued friend although we have never met and probably never will. I keep saying he and Graham should move to Canada; since they keep moving anyway, why not go for something completely different?

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Off to Karen's to spend the day pinching perogies with her and a friend. I don't on many occasions find myself in the company of women in the kitchen, so this will be a pleasant way to pass the time. Will stop in at Grandma's this afternoon before coming home.