What a wonderful life we lead, here in Nova Scotia by the sea. This evening Clausen and Wendy took the four of us to Paul's Bistro, the German restaurant in Liverpool. The restaurant is small, only 8 tables, and we sat in a separate room they call the VIP room. I am not sure why, but you feel special, sitting in this room all by ourselves at our table of six. The placemats were slate, giving us a sense of elegance. In the rest of restaurant the placemats are woven. As usual, the food was excellent although heavy. But the best part was the conversation. We had lots of laughter coming from our table.
Yesterday Ken harvested potatoes and beans from the garden. This afternoon Wendy walked over to take some home. We three chatted with Wendy while Ken cooked himself lunch. The rest of had eaten long before. After Wendy left and we all took a short nap, Mary and Cliffie came to say hello to Don and Doreen and to get potatoes. We spent quite a long time dissecting the failures of the Toronto Blue Jays, who are at the bottom of their league.
We four spent a lovely lazy day enjoying each other and our neighbors. Life at Western Head is splendid.
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