Every year I invite Kate and Carlos to a Levee. A Levee is sort of a uniquely Canadian gathering or New Years open house. It’s almost always done on the first of the year, and we’ve celebrated together in this way for a couple of years, and it’s been awesome, so a few weeks ago I called up Kate to invite her, and Katie said she had a much, much better idea. I listened to Katie’s idea, keeping in mind that she’s my husbands sister, and this means that she’s a little tiny bit of the crazy that runs in his family – and trying to remember that I’m a little tiny bit of the crazy that runs in mine. Kate said, essentially – "Let’s leave. It’s snowing, it’s terribly cold, the winter isn’t going to quit anytime soon, and …. let’s go." Carlos was in the background yelling "Let’s go NOW" and so I took a deep breath, tried hard not to be me, who is the kind of person who really hates last minute plans and always finds fault with them, and turned the plan over to Joe and Katie.
So it happens, dear ones, that I’m writing this to you from a patio near the sea in Cuba, where we’re making a different kind of snowman. I’m a little bit sunburned, a lot tired, and I’m having the best ever time. Joe, Sam, Kate, Carlos, Lou and I wish you all the best from here. More tomorrow. I’ll tell you all about it.
Happy New Year.