A Delicate Chemical Balance

We had a great long weekend. The sun shone and it was a beautiful summer weekend in Quebec.

Sylvie and Pierre gave us the keys to the pool. Between God, exercise writing and memories like going swimming with Vianne and Pace on a sunny afternoon help give me the strength I need.
Pace was going on strong. She is not going to look weak if she can. She can sleep for 12 to 16 hours a day but when she's up, she's up!

We got to the train about 10 minutes before I had to go. The chemical equation had unbalanced. Pace was white as a sheet. Her lipstick looked dark even though it was flesh tone. "I don't have my pills" she said as she took off for the bathroom. She made it back for a couple of minutes to get me on the train and then disappeared to the car. I knew there was going to be a few nausea stops on the 30 minute trip from Dorval to Oka.

Pierre and Vianne waved me off. Vianne loves the "choo-choos, just like her Papa. I know Lucienne Fortier is up in heaven smiling and reminiscing as her great grand daughter and grandson thrill in the momentum of the train rolling by. Watching my family disappear from the window is bittersweet, but it brings smiles to everyone’s face.

When I got home Pace and I traded messages; they stopped 4 times on the way back to "la maison." Once she got to her pills the delicate physiological chemical balance was re-established, once again life is as rosy as it gets these days.