It looks as though, the gods willing, Julien and Sara will go off during their school’s autumn holidays to Montreal to visit Le Gang. It is the first time they will fly alone. It is also the first time in about five or six years that they will see their aunt and uncle and all their cousins. It’s going to be a hoot. It is strange, but there really is something call bloodlines. If nothing else we all share a wonderful sense, a family sense, of humour.
Sara called me at work this afternoon to ask whether there was any chance the new microwave oven we ordered and was due to be delivered today, would arrive in time for them to use for lunch. I told her no, she should use the old one for the last time and take a trip down memory lane because, as of tomorrow, the old one will be history. Without a millisecond of hesitation, she said she didn’t know if she could hold back the tears while watching the lentil soup rotate around in the old oven.
It has been so long since they’ve seen my extended family, that they really do not remember them, but I know the kinship will come up quickly, especially when old family jokes are told.
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