The money's in the bank, and we've spent the afternoon driving around town giving it away. Tomorrow, more of the same. Would that we had an unlimited supply... I'd enjoy philanthropy. Scotiabank VISA would not be on my list of preferred charities. Irving Oil would be on the total boycott list. (I don't know what kind of notes are on our file there, but when I call, they say stuff like "thank you very, very much for holding....")

Here's some photos of the last couple of tense weeks. For all that selling your house is supposed to be one of life's major times of stress, it looks like we had a pretty good time. We did. Celebrated Alice's birthday with Gail and Charlie and Michael. Drank my first ever martini with Nancy and Donald.

Dad spent a week or so with us, recovering from eye surgery, and he was a great patient. I suspect that his doctor would be appalled that he was playing crib less than a week post-op, particularly the kind of crib Dad plays (everybody in the room sees a rise in their blood pressure) but he seems to have recuperated nicely. We had a fab time with Auntie Mary, cousin Pete, Hilary and blooming girls Brooke and Erin May (and Raven the dog), and cousin Dave and Joseph and Marianna (and Nicki the wee wonder dog). Yes, you can entertain with nought but paper plates and plastic utensils.

Gary the mover and his band of lads have taken all our stuff and deposited it in Port Maitland. All except the stuff that wouldn't fit in the truck and had to be schlepped to Anna's basement. Sorry Anna. We still seem to have an enormous quantity of crap....

Also had a great visit with David and Kim (Amanzi). RS drove Kim to the airport and waved her off to Newfoundland for a visit with her family, and as I write, David and the boat are in the Northwest Arm and we're getting together for dinner. To celebrate! The house is sold! (see below for photos)