Once again we are in search of clean air. Tomorrow we go to Nova Scotia to our home by the shore, where the sea roars and the wind blows but where moist clean air fills your lungs. This is the time of the year when the north wind whips off the crest of the waves into a rooster tail. It's great sport to watch the sea from the warmth of the house. I love to see the sea. Look us up on the map. Liverpool is the town, Western Head is our home by the sea. It is an old town, very important in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, perhaps into the nineteenth century. Then the twentieth century left it behind. We're 100 miles south of Halifax. Liverpool is a charming little town and we love it and the people. But I would never live there full time. Way too cold in the winter. We had to buy extra heavy terry robes with hoods in order to get to the hot tub. And then we put a glass shelter around two sides of the hot tub. It requires perseverance to hot tub in Nova Scotia.
Actually the winters are not actually so cold. The temperature seldom goes below freezing. But when the wind blows hard which it does a lot, it seems a lot colder. But we have not been there since Thanksgiving so Ken is anxious to go and look and see and smell. So we are going tomorrow and will be there two weeks. I bet you don't know what a Privateer was? I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Ken had an appointment with the heart surgeon today. He went without me, because he said he did not want to have me asking any questions about his future activities. Now only Ken knows what he is supposed to do. This a good thing, I think. He has also been dismissed from the care of the surgeon. This is good too. Two weeks in clean moist air will do him a world of good. It certainly will lift his spirits. Now Ken drives and walks twice a day. He is becoming a human. When he can drink we'll have a party!!
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