When Pascale asked me to go out last night, she failed to mention that she was bringing her friend Antoine. [I keep deleting what I've written about Antoine. Suffice it to say that Antoine is French for...oh forget it. I'll just kidnap him and show you in person.] The three of us had a fabulous time at the Burgundy Lion, Hurley's Irish Pub, a hole-in-the-wall pizza place, and Champs Sportsbar (not like the Champs in the US -- this one's dedicated to hockey). Although we didn't know this before showing up, the Burgundy Lion was hosting the Montreal chapter of Democrats Living Abroad. As you can imagine, the election was as animated and rowdy as any sporting event I've ever seen.
In totally random other news, I just found out that my Granddad is having major surgery on Tuesday in Atlanta, which happens to be my last full day in Montreal. His odds of making it through the surgery aren't terribly good, but the doctors say it's a necessary risk. He's the strongest and most optimistic guy I know, though, and he's joking about how he'll still manage to chase nurses after they remove most of his leg. (But only the cute nurses--not just any nurse.) Coincidentally--although I don't really believe in coincidences--my dad is in town visiting him from California this week. I'm really glad they're able to spend time together. Every couple of days, my dad has been driving up to my Granddad's house in Nashville to retrieve some of his belongings. Check out this list of what he's found so far. Exactly as he wrote it in an email to me (you'll see he sorta makes up words sometimes):
Grandaddy Mottram's old typewriter [he owned an advertising agency in Milwaukee], a book with an inscription from Louisa May Alcott, dated 1902, great old pictures of about three or four generations of family, and some kinda romantic letters written to Grandma Kiddy from somebody not named Granddad. Which we haven't mentioned to him. They were locked up in the basement, and Carolyn [my dad's girlfriend] hadda break the lock to see what was inside. If we read them it could be Bridges of Madison County II, so they're in a box right now. Might just stay there. I also found all the old toy cars from about 1950 or before. Unfortunately, all of [my uncle, dad's brother] Paul's were broken. Mine were all not broken. Had nothing to do with my finding the box...An esselint rabit I musta made at about 5. Also a letter that I had written in school. It said something about, "I like my dad. I wonder if he likes me? It would be nice if he liked me because I like him..." Geech, nothing innersting there!
Dad wants me to squeeze in a trip to Atlanta next week, in addition to my planned travels to Chicago, Milwaukee, and back to (blech) Dallas, but this could be quite a challenge. Forgive me -- did I say "(blech) Dallas"? I meant "Dallas. Vomit." Much better.
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Before you come back to blech Dallas, I should warn you...I killed your plant. Over the weekend, I repotted it and gave it some MiracleGrow, but I don't think that's going to change anything between now and the time you get back. So now, you have a blech plant waiting for you in blech Dallas. I guess that doesn't make you any more excited to come back, does it?
You know that plant has been on life support for the last two years...it's about time we let it go to the place good plants go when they die. I sincerely appreciate all the TLC you've given it over the last six months.
Just for the record, I am really looking forward to seeing you and catching up in person. That's not blech at all. That's yay.
I'll be thinking about your Granddad. I hope it all goes well. Have five minutes for me when you're in Milwaukee, or are you booked? I hope we can see each other, but I understand if not. Take care!
I would love to see you, Harriet! I'll get to O'Hare at 2 on Wednesday, pick up my rental car, and head straight up to Milwaukee that afternoon. Is Wednesday late afternoon/early evening good or is Thursday better? I have lunch plans Thursday, but could certainly swing by to see you that day.
Let me know when you're in blech Dallas again. I'd love to see you! I wish we had chocolatiers here. Hmm..maybe I should do some reasearch on that. And yes. I am reading posts backwards. I am behind.
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