Not much news today. We are winding down to truly become snow birds by leaving for Toronto tomorrow. So today I was a chauffeur as Elizabeth did some last minute shopping and then I dropped her off at our Pied de Terre on the sea so she could spend the last afternoon on the beach. In my case I had errands to do. I had to return the rented bicycles, have the van washed, pick up boxes to hold all the additional items we had bought, gas up the van and meet her later. I joined her on the beach and wrote a few pages on my book about Yorkville. As you will see in the pictures my editor arrived and started pecking at my notes. It worried me as he scurried about and not telling me what he thought. Soon many others gathered and behaved in a lunatic manner as if the moon was full.

This afternoon friends of mine came down from Toronto. Irv and Andy Goldberg and we said we would join them for supper. We wanted to go to a Greek restaurant but couldn't get into the parking lot and the lineup had 20 plus people in it. We settled for Umberto an Italian restaurant up the street. They had something on the menu that I seldom see but enjoy when I have it. It is called fungilli. These are large sea snails and they are sliced thin on top of spagehitti. It is as all things an acquired taste.

We returned home and began packing. I am not looking forward to getting up at 6 or 7 a.m. to load the van and start for home and yet I am. There is no place like home as Dorthy would say.