Most of my house guests have left. They departed this morning at 8:00. And Wendy's family next door have left too. The house felt like a morgue. So at 10:00 we four, who were left behind, decided to go to Lockport for lunch. It is odd how we quickly accustom ourselves to being around a lot of people so that when those people leave, we feel almost lonely.
My solution is always to get active, so we drove to Lockport with Ian and Rita and ate lunch sitting by the shore. We also walked around the dock and inspected the fishing boats. The town is tiny so we walked the main street, which took five minutes, and Rita and I bought a rug, made by the sheltered workshop folks.
After cocktails at Gill's at five, we were back to our old selves. Leaving time is always a difficult time. But not for long.
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