Jul 01 2002
Canada Day
I really shouldn’t let Canada Day pass without good wishes. I realize that my life is full of wonderful Canadians, reformed and unrepentant alike.
My husband used to be Canadian until he became an American citizen several years ago. I stole him from Canada and imported him here…
…much as Shawn did with Kelly, one of my all-time favorite Canadians.
Another fab Can: Amber, one of the nicest people on the planet (well, Canadians are world-renowned for their niceness) and always a fun read.
And let’s not forget Babs, who so understands how much John misses his Canadian delicacies that she actually ships them all the way to California from the beautiful Maritimes. Quelle femme!
Not to mention:
The very talented Mike C. and his wonderful wife Jennifer of Toronto. Mike is an artist, but his greatest work to date is a collaboration with Jennifer: little Matthew, just over a year old. What babies should be, but so seldom are.
The one and only Raven, also of Toronto. Great friend, gifted musician, my other little brother. There’s no-one I’d rather go to the Real Jerk with, and his e-mails always brighten my day.
Mary-Lou, who has been one of my dearest friends since we were in high school. My only bridesmaid other than my sister. About-to-be famous author. Keeper of my darkest secrets and permanent party girl extraordinaire.
Richard, who wants to move back to Canada because it’s too cold in San Francisco. Who lures me out of my glass tower for lunch, and brings the food, too. Who has been my friend since high school, and who is always there for me. Who always makes me laugh and forgives me for not calling him back sooner.
Did I forget anyone? Happy Canada Day to all of you!