Today

Solanne scoured the Neighbourhood Yellow Pages (it looks like a mini-version of the real thing). She managed to find a picture of a cat.

While listening to Bob Marley's "Get up, Stand up," Maïa said, "That's a song about the man."

I learned that bringing only a sand pail to the park and forgetting the shovels isn't so bad after all. In fact, it may very well be more fun to fill the thing up with tiny fistfuls of sand.

Solanne walked the whole way back home from the park (it's normally a ten minute walk; it turned out much longer).

Maïa slow danced with Solanne because she saw Derek and me doing it.

Solanne worked on her puzzles — mostly the one with the cat (a four-piece puzzle). When she does her puzzles, I point to the place where the next piece should go, and she says, "ici!"

Derek and I made Sangria for the second night in a row, and the second time in our lives.

We used a wine called "Bianchi" that my friend Louise brought back from Argentina.

We finalised our plans to go camping with our friends, the "four Tops" this weekend.

Solanne slept her standard two hours in the afternoon, from noon to fourteen hundred hours, local time.

I knitted all of three rows of a current project (it's a biggy).

I talked to my mom who's in Alberta visiting with her sister.

I talked to a good friend of mine who is expecting a baby; we're keeping her in our prayers and sending her good vibes.

I talked to another good friend of mine who is doing me yet another favour, out of the goodness of his heart.

I felt incredibly blessed to be living this life.