Bibliomama

SO, in deference to the Baseball Gods, They Who Are Real and Must Be Propitiated, we've been conducting our summer plans as if Angus's Little League Majors WEREN'T going to win Provincials and have to go to Glace Bay, Nova Scotia three short days after the championship game. Maybe we should have been a little cockier. We would have been better prepared. They played the final on Sunday. Angus pitched the entire game except for the very last batter (at the bottom of the sixth, he only had 7 pitches left of his allowed 85. My Dad said "they won't use him." I said "yes they will - they'll use him to his very last pitch". My Mom, with perfect grandmotherly faith, said "seven pitches - he can get two out with that". AND HE DID.) He was also responsible for four of the six runs batted in, and hit the game's only home run. My brother-in-law, the cardiologist, got up at six a.m., took the train to Ottawa, rented a car to drive to Casselm

So, this is how it's been. *Shortly before school ends, go to my doctor, confide that I am unbearably anxious about everything from getting to appointments on time to blow-drying my hair. Agree with her that I should increase my anxiety meds. Increase my anxiety meds. Wait for anxiety to subside.* *School ends.* *Pack up Eve for a week at my sister's. Drive to Toronto without incident. Hook up with my sister and her family. See the Wizard of Oz and a bunch of awesome happy gay people. Have a wonderful time.* *Wake up Sunday and say goodbye to Eve and my sister's family before they drive back to London. Realize I've been in denial about how terrified I am about finding my way out of Toronto to get back home. Retrieve the van from the parking lot. Try to drive out of the parking lot. Think that I'm driving up through successful circular levels, because I was parked down on the lowest level. Realize I've passed the same guy drinking a slushie three times, b

Eve is home after a week with my sister, and my sister and her family are here visiting, and I'm happy and exhausted and a little drunk. I don't want it to seem like I'm playing the whole Pride Week in Toronto thing just for gags - it really was an amazing experience. Eve loved seeing all the same-sex couples at our hotel and the only reason my sister didn't want to get in the elevator with four drag queens was because "I just don't look that good in comparison". We didn't even hold it against them when they kept blowing the fuse to my sister's room with their hair dryers, hot rollers, flat irons and steamers. It's kind of neat how, in Toronto, Pride Week is a family event - it's "come - bring the kids!" Every store window is rainbow-filled - sometimes it's colourful t-shirts, sometimes it's six male mannequins with their jeans around their ankles wearing neon jockey shorts. We were there to see the Wizard of Oz, which w