Marilyn Makes Three

My sister Marilyn drove through snow and sleet on icy roads to get to YYZ yesterday morning for her flight to Atlanta followed by a connection to Tampa. We picked her up at the airport, which is much less busy mid-week than it was last Saturday when we arrived.

Marilyn Marshall. That's me in the reflection.

It was chilly but warm enough for lunch on the deck: cold cuts, cheese, salads, hummus ~ all washed down with a tasty but cheap Barefoot Riesling. We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool, now bathwater warm since the heater was fixed. It had been broken over the weekend, which suited me fine, but even I was happy to slip into warm water on a cool day.