"Are you home this weekend?"
"I'm leaving by noon. See you tonight!"
It was my old KATIMAVIK pal SHELLY, who lives north of Edmonton, giving me a weekend to look forward to.
The next morning as we sipped our coffee and nibbled on toast, she said, "Should we?"
Indeed we should, so after a quick phone call to make sure our other Katimavik "sista" Cathy near Oakburn was home and up for company, we hit the road. It was a snowy day and the pavement had crusty ice on it, but that didn't stop us. It takes more than that to keep gals from the prairie provinces at home.
Four hours after leaving my driveway, we pulled into Cathy's place, where we spent the next two days yakking, drinking wine, eating like queens, being serenaded by talented people who can play guitars, mandolins and clarinets, and feeling spoiled rotten.
Cathy and her husband Roger have four kids, and it happens that the two boys were there, which was a real pleasure since we hadn't seen any of them for about 12 years. They've changed a bit! The boys, that is.
|Michaud, Joel, Cathy|
|Michaud and Roger made crepes one morning for breakfast.|
|Cathy and Shelly at the sewing machine in an upstairs bedroom.|
|They were good sports and made prayer hands for me.|
And then Monday morning came. It was a glorious sunny day and we hated to leave, as Cathy is family to us after our Katimavik experience so many years ago — 1978-79 — but it was great to be together again. Maybe we won't wait 12 years to repeat the performance.