I drove Jay to the airport early Tuesday morning and returned home with only his yoga mats. He had them strapped to the outside of the enormous backpack Blake had given him, and they don't allow any attachments. I've been missing him, feeling a bit empty, especially making and eating dinner. We usually worked together preparing it and ate in front of the tv, watching either CBC, BBC or PBS News, depending on which slant we wanted. No matter which one we chose, we were constantly pushing the pause button to get our opinions off our chests. We frequently differed. Now I just have the sound of one hand clapping or slapping. But at least I can imagine what Jay might say and be a bit more critical myself, especially of CBC and Justin T. Jay has always made me laugh at least once a day and now that he's back in Korea I still get smiles imagining what he might say.

It's 4:45 Thursday evening, and I'm sitting in my chair by the window as the setting sun slanting through the blinds gives the whole room a golden glow. I went on a pretty long bike ride around Enderby to Gardom Lake with the VOC today. It was a good fall day but not as sunny as predicted, so we all got chilled, especially on the long downhill back into Enderby at the end of the ride. I am now wrapped in a shawl and blanket. The gas company, Fortis, has asked everyone to conserve while they work to repair a break in a gas line.


Jay on Bluenose, one of the hikes we went on while he was here


Carving the Thanksgiving roast


Jean blowing out the candles on her 100th Birthday cake


I straightened up the basement room after Jay had left. He sold all their stuff except his ATV helmet, so I set it up beside the laundry bag Marilyn Glover helped me make for Jim. It says, more or less, that either perseverance or pigheadedness, depending on your perspective, overcomes everything.