Sometimes, you just need to PLAY!

Yesterday we made our way to Lefroy for one final visit with Taylor, Scott and Joyce. It was a pretty emotional drive up - with two cries pre-Vaughn Mills Mall, one cry AT Vaughn Mills Mall, and a long, "I need Kleenex" cry down the 400 North. Poor Phil - he is just so sensitive during our final days in Canada. BAHA - ya right! It is obvious that I'm the sobbing one in the story. Anyways, the point is this: I just DO NOT want to say the "G" word. Nor the "F" word (farewell), or the "S" phrase (so long). I don't want to bring up the alligators or the crocodiles. I want nothing to do with it. Childish, right? Maybe.

It turns out that being "childish" is exactly what got me out of the slump and back into the groove. Last night's trip to the park worked like a charm! We played on the swings, collected rocks, drove a flashy red car, screamed down the slide, and splashed around at the beach. My only concern is when the effects will wear off. Hopefully we don't have to find an "emergency playground" on the way to Wheatley this afternoon. Poor Phil - his wife is so sensitive during our final days in Canada.