Do you remember when we called cancer the C-word? The pandammit changed all that so that the new C-word is Covid or Corona or Calvaire (French swear word for misery) and goddammit-all-to-hell-we’re-fed-up-of-being-locked-up-and-not-being-able-to-see-friends Crap.
That said, while I have avoided whining about it or blogging about it, I’ve made mention in passing and since we are starting to see a sort of glow at the end of the tunnel… I don’t dare say more for fear of potentially jinxing anything – right. Like I have any kind of power of that sort! Still. Why take unnecessary chances?
This past Thursday was our St-Jean-Baptiste holiday in Quebec. I, for one, can become quite Québécoise by indulging in the old tunes I very much enjoyed do when I was a teenager (and still). My eldest asked if he could have friends over on the Wednesday, as everyone was off on Thursday. Always such a cool mom, I said yes 😉
The evening was perfect and the kids all ended up on our roof to watch not one, not two, but four different fireworks.
After taking this picture of the “kids”, I simply turned towards the street, walked to the curb and was able to film this: