Welcome in and thanks for the visit. We're getting back into the vibe of our own time zone and it feels so good to be back with Darren, Ian, Steve and (next week) Gord on the show. The five of us have not been together as a team since the end of June, if you can believe it! So we're feeling great to be reunited again.
Well, here it is: second last day of August. I hate to get so melancholy about the waning days of summer - after all, it happens every year - but I do so love this season. I'll be hanging on to every memory, every beautiful moment I can, to reflect upon in the months ahead.
And that's a wrap. Yes, there's another week of summer vacation for most students and we're not quite ready to roar into the full gear that accompanies September, but as Rob and I unpack our bags and put away our passports for a bit, it feels very "back to school" today.
Ah, Friday. And not just any Friday: one of a precious few that precede a summer weekend! We've fewer of these left than we care to count, and with the CNE beginning today, well...you know....
Of course, this means a few things, including the fact that any time for summer vacation has to be taken - and soon! So that's what I'll be doing next week. One week in BC for Rob and me to take a road trip with my Dad to Victoria and to visit with sisters near Kelowna. Should be fun - or it'll make the news. One or the other.
I don't know what I expected yesterday, but you sure did surprise me. Dozens upon dozens of emails - each with a unique message, but many with very personal stories of how smoking had touched their lives and those of the ones they love.
I have a confession to make.
It's about something I'm ashamed of, but have taken steps to change, to improve. And because I'm judging myself here, please do not in any way think that this is about you or that I am judging you if this is something that is part of your life. Because, as the saying goes, "You do you..." and I'll do me. It's just that now, "me" includes less nicotine.
See this picture? If I was a cartoon character, you'd be seeing sweat drops flying off me. And it's not just 'cause I didn't get to put on lipstick!
A day like this, when Environment Canada is calling for a significant "weather event" (lots of rain, one would assume), reminds me of the drama that accompanies rain. I mean, even the terminology gets our attention. This isn't just rain, my friend, it's an EVENT!
When it's sunny, we just kind of smile and go about our day. Sure, we add a little sunscreen under our foundation or cover up more thoroughly if we need to, but there are so few crises that come about thanks to a sunny day.
Ah, the midway point of August: midway as in half, midway as in rides at the CNE. This summer is on the downside of the roller coaster now and picking up speed, but for some, the cooler weather can't come fast enough.
Us? We spend enough time inside an air conditioned home, office or car that it really doesn't affect us. But last Thursday as Rob and I walked briskly from Jarvis over to Avenue Road along Bloor, I had to duck into a store to cool off for a second before I passed out.
Ah, Friday. How nice it will be just to cocoon and catch up on rest, shutting out just a bit of the jarring news of the week. Spending some quiet time with Rob, the Blue Jays and perhaps some Olympic excitement. I can hear the couch calling as I write.
I've been humbled by the number and the depth of your responses this week, especially the ones that came in yesterday.
It's been a moving experience, watching the wave of love that began in Victoria and has gently spread across Canada like a quilt being pulled up on a cold night; it warms and comforts us all. I'm talking about the Man Machine Poem Tour that hit Toronto last night and continues tomorrow and Sunday.
I thought today that I'd share a little something special with you. You've seen me write here about Barbara, who calls herself "Nathan's Mom" (in honour of her late beloved son) in our correspondence, and has filled so many lives with dragonflies in his memory. She's touched many people, and I'm honoured to say that I've been able to connect her with other grieving families.
Last month, on this date (the 10th), Barbara sent me a beautiful email. I remembered it last night as I was pondering what to write today, and thought I'd let you in on this special spot.
After what seemed like months but was really only five weeks, we made our way to Ottawa on the weekend. Of course, we can't help noticing how much he grows, this little boy, in the days and weeks that we don't see him. But he's healthy, happy and soaking up every little bit he can.
Welcome to a new week and, for me, kind of a big day. Call it the spirit of the games in Rio or just something long overdue, but today I go back to the gym at Rogers and spend time sweating (and doing some whining, undoubtedly) with my friend and trainer Jill Duff.
The last time I saw Jill was at Lauren's funeral May 29 last year; I haven't felt like doing much working out since then and have also found myself busier in odd ways that managed to mess up a regular schedule.
Thanks for coming along for the trip this week: from the stately graveyards of Paris to some artistic highlights, it's been a pleasure sharing some of the sights.
Today, this and that from the streets of Paris. This was just the prettiest sight!
Thank you for coming by. Hope you're enjoying today's show with Darryl Henry and Christine Cardoso (welcome to CHFI, Christine!) while Darren and I take a day to shoot a new commercial. We'll be back with you tomorrow. Meantime, this is not where we're shooting today!
Welcome to Wednesday (already) and another scorcher. But we'll cool you off with some water, some lilies, some fresh green beauty - how's that sound? I'll keep sharing a few pictures and stories with you from our travels in France, if you don't mind. If you do, well, come back another day. And the audio journal will return eventually; it's taking a summer hiatus.