I had a much needed hot hot bubble bath. Washed my hair too.

Laundry is going and we had lunch: the bean soup. Hubby did not finish his bowl. It was real peasant food I thought, but I like that.

My parents have supported me so well - the best they could- over the years and illnesses. I recall once month long stay away they visited me daily with a lunch to pic nic  on the vast beautiful domain where I was staying. I was so very very mad to have doubted their love and devotion over the last couple of decades.

I was quite the upset young woman when I got very ill at 30.

Still, they came to see me in toronto, miles from montreal, many times.

Why in the world was I ever so blind with them?