Phil and I were having breakfast this morning and the phone rang. It was my daughter. In the course of conversation she told me she was taking the kids to the Museum to see the Pompeii Exhibit. My granddaughter, age 8, overheard her talking and asked if Bubbie (that’s me) could come too. So my daughter asked if I would like to come along. I hesitated because I took a few days off last week as my back went out and Phil had to hold the fort on his own and I had stuff I had to do at the magic shop.
At the same time it felt so good that my granddaughter wanted me to come and I did want to see that exhibit, so I said I’d call her back. Phil asked what the call was about and I told him that they were going to the Museum etc, and asked if I would I like to go. Phil asked if I wanted to go. I said yes. He said. Go. I phoned her back and we made arrangements. Phil said, “You didn’t say you were going today. I thought you meant on the week-end.” I said “No, it’s today.” He said, “But it’s a short week.” (Canada Day) and I said “It’s a short life.”