Look! It’s mom! Yep, I flew in to Montreal yesterday afternoon and I’m here for the week, spending quality time with mom over old episodes of Murder She Wrote, and waiting for my sister to return from her trip to the Maritimes so we can celebrate her birthday!
Mom is 91 and finally considering retirement.
Still finding time for her backyard plants.
Her boy, Caramel, who is looking a little chunky in his old age.
Sis’s boy, high-strung Ralphie, looking as svelte as ever, catching a snooze.
Mom enjoying her fourth cup of coffee of the day. I asked her if it kept her up at night but she scoffed, dismissing Canadian coffee as “mostly water”. It’s not like an Italian espresso.
Whenever I visit, I sleep in my old bedroom, on my old bed. It’s always a bit of a fitful night as the room smells like pee on account of Caramel having marked in there so many times it permeates the room despite endless cleanings. I’d open the door at night to air out the place but don’t for fear Caramel will come in and lay down a fresh coat of pee.
Mom hasn’t had much of an appetite of late and my sister has been trying to get her to eat more protein. To address this issue, I brought two gorgeous steaks over from Toronto: the French Limousin you see pictured above, and an Australian wagyu.
Today’s, I cooked up the former for lunch and she ended up eating almost a third.
Tomorrow, it’s the Australian wagyu!
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