Of course, Franklin has given me his cold. I should have thought of this and loaded up on vitamin C on Friday while I took care of him.
This cold is awful. My head aches, I'm incredibly stuffed up and it is nearly impossible to sleep. I feel terrible that Franklin went through this.

Being at home last week was interesting though. I had forgotten the telemarketers that call once and hour, and the super nice handy-man from Serbia that likes to talk about his country with me. I traveled through there - between wars - and it was beautiful. We talked about the burned houses with families still living in them. I could see one entire side of a house destroyed and a family sitting down to eat in the kitchen. It was like a life-size doll house - a scene I will never forget.

Later Friday afternoon a man came to my door to sell some kind of money-making scheme from the internet. I was about to put Franklin down for a nap and said no right away. Apparently I was too abrupt for him as he rudely retorted that he could help me "get out of this place". I laughed at that remark and closed the door. What the hell is he talking about? This place is very nice, has he seen the rental properties for young families around this rich city?

I love the fact that there are native Russian, Irish, East Indian and Aboriginal people all living together. I love hearing the kids running around the place. We never heard that while living in the wealthier neighbourhood, by the ocean. I couldn't stop in next door and borrow a spice or some laundry detergent.

This is a community and I will be sad to leave it.