Today I take the GO train to Mississauga to meet up with Cathy and Elaine before the three of us go to have dinner with Mom in her new place in Oakville. She moved in on Monday, and today it looks as if she's been there for years. I love my mother's sense of order; she finds Zen in simplicity and spareness (though she wouldn't call it Zen). I don't have that sense of order, but hers gives me comfort.
Mom gives us a beautiful cold summer dinner to suit the steamy weather: Greek salad, green salad, baguette and butter, chicken salad, grapes and grape tomatoes. I shoot photos of the place to send to Jane.
Stormy looking clouds had started rolling over the landscape while we were still at Cathy's, and the rain started in earnest by the time we get to Oakville. There are a couple of thunderclaps while we're having dinner, but the storm is otherwise benign.
We go home feeling happy that Mom's place, and the neighbourhood, seem great, and are confident she'll be happy there.