This morning I jaunted off to Lintlaw to pick up apple pies from my great-aunt Marj. She makes me 10 at a time; they go into the deep freeze and when a special dessert is called for, I pull one out and bake it for an hour and a half. People always rave about the delicious pastry and I only wish I could claim to be the one who made them.

This morning Marj had a couple hardcover books on a table and I, as always when it comes to anything in print, took note. Her granddaughter's story is now in print so Marj sent me home with a copy, which I'll read and return to her in a couple weeks.

You may remember, or you will if you're in Canada anyway, when a Calgary woman's ex-husband kidnapped their two young daughters during a visit, took them to Lebanon, and the government there refused to give them back to their mother, who has legal custody in the girls' home country of Canada. The woman is Marj's granddaughter (does that make her my second cousin? i think so) Melissa. Melissa managed to get her little girls home and now there is a movie being made about the whole ordeal.

I won't say more about it until I've read the book. We all know how the media presented the story, but I'm looking forward to reading Melissa's firsthand account.