patsy gallant

We're doing music from Montreal this week. And we look forward to ten days or so from now, when hubby will be in Las Vegas. I hope Las Vegas will be a little less of an adventure though. Michiel called me, just when I came home after my physical. (We are only going to explore three different types of cancer, but nothing to worry about. Doctors! Thorough, I have to say.) Lost his wallet. Okay, call the credit card companies, call the taxi company (he paid for his fare, after that the wallet disappeared), call the police. When all this was done, I had to arrange dinner before five PM, because I had to drive five sculptures to OCAD and back. In the snow! The whole city at 30 kmh, which was kind of nice. (It's accumulating nicely, it'll be this winter's first shovel event tomorrow morning.) Michiel called me in the car, wallet is back. The cab driver brought it back himself. Refused a tip, but Michiel insisted. Michiel expressed his gratitude for the cab driver's honesty, welcome to Montreal, he replied. I'm exhausted.