A man on bike with garbage glad bags picked up our juice bottles in the recycling this morning.  All is well. I am trying to flog my fan (huge one) in the garbage and hoping the city picks it up*. 

It is a very slow morning today. The house is rather orderly. I did a huge sweep last night. NO news from anyone. My sister called from the airport the day before yesterday. Spirits were high and they were all looking forward to hiking in the northern mountains of Spain. 

My 80 years old parents are going caravaning in Gaspesie, a beautiful place in Quebec, cold, along the St Lawrence river. They are going for three weeks. 

Someone we met in Mundy is willing to give us for free her beautiful black and white big mutt. He seems to have GSD in him. He is bigger than whiskey who is 80 lbs. Billy and him get along beautifully and run alongside each time they bump into each other. I am interested but very cautious: he is big and growled at dogs on leash when i saw him last. 

* The city did pick up our garbage no problem. Ouf, that's a relief!