We made it back from the lake yesterday – Gypsy was bellowing like Ethel Merman for awhile (I forgot his carsick pills, though he did calm down after a bit.) When I named him Gypsy for the celebrated Broadway show, I wasn’t really thinking of Ethel! (He was such a tease… and, as a foundling, truly a Gypsy!).
This is a short week – on Thursday I head to Niagara on the Lake, Ontario to see two shows at Shaw Festival (“Wonderful Town” and “Follies In Concert”) and hang out with my forever-friend Suzanne at yarn shops, antique stores and places that are “cute” (which Rick so thoughtfully calls “old lady shops”).