Karen messaged me late Thursday to tell me she had arrived safely at her destination. The last trip she had travelled by train, but on Wednesday, because winter is hardly a threat on the highways now, she decided to drive down on her own, wisely stopping over for a night at her brother’s, which is halfway between here and her son’s place in Toronto.
Her youngest is into sports; in fact, it was while staying with him a short time ago that Karen rekindled her enthusiasm for Basketball (which she, in turn, passed on to me), but her oldest has different interests, therefore no sports channels. Like many our age, she is not that adept at streaming over the internet, so it was agreed that I would keep her up to date for both Basketball and Hockey. It seems her youngest did the same, for The Raptors game last night anyway, so she knew the score already when I sent her a text about their win. Instead of discussing the highlights of their play, she had other news.
The daddy of her twin grandchildren had gone to Miami, Florida at the beginning of the week on a necessary business trip. When he got home on Thursday, he tested positive for COVID. He immediately self-isolated away from home, went to the clinic today for more testing and….well, both Karen and the maternal grandmother are already there to stay with the twins while he and his wife were to fly out on Monday for a 10 day vacation, the first time in five years, since the twins were born actually, that they would be away on their own. How disappointing!
Everything is up in the air now, of course. Karen has not seen her son, they have been communicating only by text, and I guess he is waiting on news from the clinic to decide what can be done. It’s certain that they can’t leave the country as planned, but maybe spend the time away from the house in a local destination? No matter what takes place, Karen will get tested before coming home as a precaution, and has the intention to isolate downstairs for a two week period when she gets here. We both laughed, thinking of the beasts’ reaction when they hear us communicating by Facetime, with us being in the same residence but one upstairs, the other down.
Other than that, my son and Little Flea were here for supper, the regular Friday night visit, and that little minx left me stickers of her two favorite Pokémon characters, a subtle hint that I should maybe read up on it so that I would know what she’s always chattering about? I had to write down their names so I could remember to research the right ones; there are so many of them in that series and she knows each of them, so I have to get it right. There will be no winging it – Little Flea will not be fooled. That child never fails to make me SMILE.
Sharing the SMILES, folks. Wishing you all a great weekend!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC.
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 