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The Long Good-bye(zees)

Last night we had an excellent meal at Cyrano's, Selo and Meg's restaurant. A kind of good-bye to Therese who leaves for home in Kelowna today, and for Philippe, who moves to Montreal to go to UQAM in the fall. Matt, Selo, Mamee, Maryse, Philippe and I all had pasta dishes. Meg had sea bass. The portions were immense, but not too immense for desert which also was delicious. Being diabetic I had Blackberry Sorbet. Philippe had pecan pie, Mamee had Creme brule and Maryse had the very lemon lemon cake. Again, contentment all around. Of course what's a gathering such as this without some pics?

Mom begs son "Philippe, don't go!"
Poses with Montreal-bound Philippe (nice pic!)
Philippe and Mamee...

The Bray-Kahrimans (Meg, Selo and Mikayil) - our congenial hosts! "Hi! Hi!"
Maryse flicks water at poor Miko (who doesn't seem to mind).
Matt, Philippe, Mom, Dad, Mikayil, Mamee Maryse, Grampa (Mamee Therese is smoking!)

Meanwhile, yours truly is once more searching for that elusive dream or just a few zzzz's. Only place I found some was on the internet. There's this guy:

Or, this guy:
Or this girl:
Who lived here:
Well enough already. Day three of chemo awaits. After a not so good day 1, day 2 was great. I'm holding out hope day 3 goes just as well. I'm meeting Pierre for lunch today. He's just back from Europe and says he has some great tales to tell. Looking forward to it.
Book: Knights of the Black and White by Jack Whyte
Music: The Eraser by Thom Yorke


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