We are back from our errands downtown the burb. We bought one gram of pot again. And went to walk the dogs on the bush trail. Crows are cawing and chatting.  I bought shea butter products for my curls and lack of moisture in my hair.  

Oh god it is nathalie and rene simard with Tourne la page, their 80s hit in quebec. I was a child. It makes me almost nostlagic: remembering the house of grandma and grandpa. Where the simard were loved. I have lived well. And a lot.