Today is “Donate your Lunch Money Day” I do not forego lunch but do donate to Second Harvest. Instead, I consume a beautiful lunch at Frank at AGO, followed by a visit to the Maharaja exhibit once again. This time, I am given my personal architectural tour of the paintings--fascinating to see them from this angle.
My father's illness has changed the direction of my life these past couple of weeks. I toy with the idea of postponing the last 6 months of this year. D, unknowingly, I think, expresses the right words of encouragement. I give thought to my life unfolding this year--adversity as such is part of the story. I will carry on. He is fast becoming the mentor that I so need.
Last minute preps today. I fly to France tonight. It may sound like extravagance, but a ticket to Paris is not much more than a ticket to Vancouver. I am returning to old haunts as this is my fifteenth visit to the city, which includes 5 months studying French at the Sorbonne.
I feel like Jonah, heading in the opposite direction of where I should be. My father in Vancouver and me on the next continent.
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