
Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
A DARK AND MYSTERIOUS HALLOWEEN NIGHT
That's me riding high over the river on my broom! Actually, I spent a lot of time with a broom today, doing some clean-up at my business on Breton (Carlton Gardens), hoping to get it opened up again for the holiday season. We actually did have a mysterious Halloween night---no trick-or-treaters at our house on the Trail this year, so at 7:45, after the drizzle had ended, we took our (appropriately colored) orange kayaks out on the very dark star-lit, still water. What fun, especially after a long day of writing. And writing can be very draining. I told John list night as I climbed into bed that I felt more exhausted than I did two weeks ago after we returned from a 45-mile bike ride.
