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Tati Angie


It was Donna's birthday this weekend. More on that in a bit, but we splurged and rented a car to boot around town. And having a car also meant that we could make it to Montreal so that Margo could meet her first aunt, Tati Angie. Had time allowed, Margo could have met her great aunt and uncle, but they were out celebrating with their daughter, who had just been elected as a councillor in Cornwall. Congrats, cousin Bernadette! I think that Cornwall has just gained a great voice.

Since birth, Margo has been transfixed by one of Angie's paintings hanging on our living room wall, staring at it for tens of minutes (I know that that sounds funny, a little short, but 10 minutes is a really long time for her). As soon as we entered Angie's apartment, floor to ceiling paintings and bold colours, Margo realized that it was best to focus on faces for a while, or overstimulate. So she focused on Tati's face, and Tati reciprocated. And there was a little love.

Angie's cat, however, had his own focus. Salem is... uh... a large cat. The Orson Welles or Marlon Brando of cats. And Salem is on a diet. And Salem also fell in love with Margo, because Margo had the most delicious smell of warm cream emanating from her mouth. But Salem being a very conscientious cat, opted to not pursue the matter any further.

It was a great visit. Margo LaDouce showed up, smiling and laughing, doing that charming thing she does with her hands. MarMon drove home with us, but at least Angie got to meet our beautiful child. And the blessing that she gave with her gift was poetic and heartfelt. Leaving was hard, but Montreal is not that far away. Pleased to meet you, Tati Angie.

- Michel

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11:04 p.m. Blogger Tatij said…


Tati Julie is so jealous. When Margo comes here, I'm going to model a lifesize sculpture of Groucho Marx holding the second proclamation of string theory...in string.....in eggplant purple. And she can stare at me.

When Angie holds her, she looks so "Big". When you hold her, she looks as tiny as a pin. Course, I would probably look small too if you held me.    



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