Monday, September 5, 2022

September 5, 2022. Western Head, Nova Scotia. The Last Supper.

 By now, we have a tradition.  At the end of the summer season, just before I head south, I take Anna, my helper, along with her husband and son, out to dinner.  Our custom is to select the last Sunday before I depart.  And we eat at Pauls in Liverpool.  This year we broke with tradition because Anna and Abe are actually leaving for the US two weeks before me and next Sunday they are having a barbecue for Isaac on her 21st birthday.  And as Abe had never eaten at the Quarterdeck, we selected that restaurant for dinner.

Last year, Isaac and I made a deal.  If he took his test to get his high school equivalent diploma, he was welcome to once again join us for dinner.  But if he did not get his certificate, he was not invited for our end of season dinner.  So this year we broke all traditions.  New restaurant, new time, and no Isaac.

But we had a great time anyway.  We dined early, at 4:30 so they could get home to Bridgewater during the day light.  The weather was glorious so sitting overlooking the ocean was a delight.  The food was great.  And we had a happy time.

Anna and Abe have been approved for their Green card.  They have family in the US so now they will be able to visit them and even work in the US if they wish.  But no matter what, on September 16 they will enter the US and activate their Green Card.  We celebrated on Sunday at dinner.

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