got in from Windsor, and it's a long drive
with a healing ankle. But what a great trip.
Windsor was just fine. Sam's room in residence
although predictably awful, was all right once we'd
made his bed with his new comforter and
sheets, and helped him unpack. You
wince at the price tag for such sub-mediocrity,
curtains in the window with the hems coming
down -- but hey!
Our view of Detroit from the Hilton
We stayed overnight in the Hilton and had an
amazing view of the St. Clair River and Detroit.
I cried a few times thinking about leaving
Sam, who is a complete sweetheart. But
I was so surprised that on the way home I
felt -- great! On the spur of the
moment Steven and I decided to get off the
401 and check out Port Stanley on Lake Erie.
supper at a rural fruit and vegetable market,
then whipped into Port Stanley in time to catch
the great antique store still open, and take
a look around. Dinner of locally caught fish
at the Me and Susie restaurant was fine, and
we actually went to the beach. -- an event
of high excitement for me. As Steven said it wasn't
Nova Scotia -- way too busy, but it sure was pretty
and I love the sound of seagulls arguing.
My first beach of the summerWow! We listened to the book Blink all the
way to Windsor and all the way home. I highly recommend it.
Portrait in progress
Here's a painting I'm working on.
Have a blink-don't think-night.