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We have begun our great journey--Fay and I--and bemoaned Ruth's absence. We are praying for you Ruth and Paul and family! It began with a dip into the early morning chill as we packed Fay's books (mine were done two days ago), prepared the last breakfast for hubby (he is on his own for a week and a half) and eased the car from the driveway. Toronto was a breeze. We almost passed through unaware with our conversation and the light traffic distracting us. And then came Montreal. Whoever decided that three lanes of concrete hovering over the city's core was an efficient way to move traffic didn't think about all the feeder lanes that would cling to it like the tentacles of a mutated octopus. We spent almost two hours inching along that cement prison and commented more than once that we could walk faster. We finally came to the conclusion that God was teaching us patience. As evening approached so did our pursuit of the right hotel for the night. The first one was offered at $99.99 which at first glance seemed to me not a bad deal. But Fay--mighty warrior of negotiations--said not so. She inspected the room--and we held our breaths to keep the cigarette smoke out of our lungs. A definite 'no'. Our next one was a better room and a cheaper fare but still the smoke. At this point Fay was ready for battle and I was ready for bed. Like a hound with a bone we pursued the ultimate accomodations and by 8:30 had secured a lovely place for relatively the same cost of our first stop. Fay, have I told you that you're my hero? Goodnight and talk to you all tomorrow. |
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