Saturday, September 5, 2009
Today we work on removing all traces of ourselves in St. Vincent. Monique cleaned yesterday, and we are giving the house some extra effort today.
Bernie carries the rug in the office out to the courtyard to clean it; early on in our visit Tink lost control of her mind and other things in there after an encounter with Mr. Big from down the street. We learned to shut the door when we weren't in there.
I'll put the last load of laundry in tonight and set it to run in the middle of the night.
Fittingly, dinner is leftovers.
The family who has moved into the old boucherie two houses down is having a barbecue. Friends have come to visit and the kids are laughing and playing in the backyard. We try not to spy, but from the upstairs bathroom window we look out over Marie-Louise's front garden and the new neighbors' back yard.
I'm struck much more often by the similarities of life here and at home than by the differences.
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