This morning dawned beautiful and sunny, but not too warm ... a perfect end of summer day. We took ourselves off to the farmer's market, and at the nearby playground met up with a daycare friend, which occupied close to an hour and a half by the time we were done with the lines at the market.
(For a city the size of Vancouver, having five farmer's markets -- FIVE -- and small ones at that, is just laughable. Especially given how hippie-like everyone is here.)
And then we spent the day playing in the back yard, building with tinker toys, and destroying the various forces that threaten the universe. There were rocket balloons lost on the roof and a tricycle being ridden and all kinds of strange cell phones. And thankfully unlike yesterday, no insane tantrums, but there were a few tears and unhappinesses. All in all, a nice calm Sunday.
And now The Man is cooking ratatouille in the kitchen, which smells gorgeous, and the laundry is almost done and the dishes aren't too scary and I am hoping that this congestion in my chest won't develop into anything more serious, as it seems is happening with everyone I know.
I can't hardly believe the summer is over. Crazy it might be, but I will miss these days.
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