Hubby came and went and we chit chatted and he played Toy love, a 1979 New zealand band with chris knox, whom i have mentionned on this blog before. Billy is exploring the backyard after eating his fill and having a piece, a bite, of sausage like whiskey.

The night has fallen and the hood is very quiet, unusually quiet truly.

It is Monday, 19H10.

On June 17th.

I am trying to recall living in quebec city in the nuns' residence for girls. I have very few memories. it was a very safe haven and came in handy a few times, once at least, when an ex boyfriend was chasing me at night in the street at 18.

The doors were locked with a receptionist 24-7, one of the nuns. I really thanked my mother and God that night when i found shelter and refuge in there.

In those years, you could still sit on the wall at the gates of old quebec city. It was fabulous and very hippy, people playing guitars, smoking weed (not me) etc. I was very over active in those years and spent many nights not sleeping but daydreaming and studying. I dont recall ever drinking in my room , though it would have been forbidden anyway. I did not ever smoke dope then. I had a relativey solid head on my shoulders but i was easily frazzled and over excited. I was very young: 16-19 years old while residing at the nuns' residence, in my tiny room without phone nor washroom private.