Today, however, we're heading back to our island home in preparation for Nola's arrival, with her family, tomorrow. So instead of my comfy armchair, much of today will be spent in the car, on a big BC Ferry, in our own commuter boat, and, finally, cycling across our wee island's muddy roads. We didn't cook our own turkey, so there will be no leftovers for sandwiches although we do have half a tourtière left from Christmas Eve -- no cooking will have to be done today. Paul will build a big fire when we finally get home, and the house will warm quickly. The cat will eventually get over sulking about our absence and settle into a spot on the couch. We will make up a pot of tea and take out our new books.
And every few minutes, one of us will let our eyes drift away from the page, look into our Memory Bank of Movies and Photos, and sigh or chuckle or simply nod contentedly. . .
I'll think of Nola holding her new cousin or pirouetting in this dress I smocked for her aunt 25 years ago. . . .
No Roses for Harry move planned . . . . )
But before we get to those armchairs, we have some packing and cleaning and driving to do. May you have the Boxing Day that makes you happy! I'll get to mine before the day is done. . . .