Ruth: Now that Gord has lost his shopping privileges things are going much better. I choked down the pea soup last night, but I don’t plan on eating that again. For the record I have always respected the fact that Gord’s mother regected the gender expectations of the 1950’s and wasn’t into domestic arts like cooking.
Tonight’s dinner kicked things up a notch with brown beans and all sorts of goodies. I know how to live.
We are now on the Gaspé. The brown water of the St Lawrence is gone and has been replaced with beautiful blue ocean.