Well, I'm back in the Petes after a really up and down weekend in Toronto. The weather was amazing. My arrival and first night started nicely but ended with me being yelled at for reasons I can't quite understand. That resulted in Jule apologising for her husband's behaviour and me going to bed early with a bad headache. Sunday morning I fled early to meet my cyber girls for brunch at Zoots.

I was so early, I drove around several blocks. walked up and down streets and took in the diversity that is the Dundas and Dufferin area. We brunched and had a wonderful time with the added bonus of being joined by Maya. I was invited back to Norah's place and saw her jewelry. I ended up buying a stunning silver pendant. So now we're even. My print adorns her wall and her pendant adorns my neck. How great is that?

Then back to Julie's for the Birthday celebrations. Her whole family came, the grown, married children with their little, lively grandchildren, and good friends. The meal was great but after eating, they have this ritual of letting the kids go berserk, encouraged by their parents, whereby balloons are punched and popped, the couch is jumped on, chasing and screaming ensues and we older folk can't hear each other for the noise. We are supposed to sit back and watch this with indulgent amusement, because after all we have nothing of interest to contribute anyway. We are all over seventy, have hearing issues, two survived strokes, one is just recovering from cancer surgery and collectively we retreated into ourselves to try to minimize the clamor and stave off exhaustion. I watched cushions tearing open, the couch sagging, books and toys being strewn all over the place and asked myself how Julie could stand this. She, who values calm and order so highly and who always encouraged creative play in her own children, was helpless to influence the scene being played out. It was like a violation How could her home, values and personal space have become so unimportant to her family? Is that what being handicapped does? Does being dependent mean you are no longer respected? Does her husband allow this din to recur as a form of retribution or has he just lost control? He did try to steer the kids into the basement to play but their doting parents brought the action beck into the living room for us all to "enjoy".

Looking at the whole dynamic, I realized that although nobody means to be thoughtless, they are so self-absorbed, and complacent that they can't even see what they are doing. That is a dysfunctional family, full of love but unable to really engage each other. There is a smugness in that family that borders on rudeness. Five seniors were present and not an iota of sensitivity was shown. Apparently, we were there as a cheering section for the kids, not to honour Julie's seventy-eight years. This passes for fun and everyone goes home satisfied that a good time was had by all. Julie was so exhausted that she slept away the last day of my visit and I departed from my best friend's home with such immense relief that the visit was over.

Maya got it right when she said that focusing on the their children allows the adult children to not see too deeply into the declining existence of their parents. No-one was allowed to hold a conversation with Julie, because of the noise and apparently that's ok. All those people symbolically celebrating Julie's Birthday, with very little interest in the needs of the celebrant. Noise creates confusion and a sense of isolation in the stroke survivor. No wonder Julie retreats into sleep.

I never got to say good-bye to Julie the next day because she was sleeping. I slipped away to visit Jane for lunch with spirits soaring. We had a grand lunch at her place and I was on the DVP heading home before three. I arrived back with a bad cold, a continuous headache and a killer soar throat, but thank God almighty, I'm home.

Footnote: I was so unwell, I had to cancel my physiotherapy and pottery class for the week. All I'm able to do is sleep and chill. Today the cold is much improved and the headache is almost gone. A day in the garden with my cat Willy and under the sunshine has done wonders. I really must give careful thought to protecting myself from future visits. I don't want to abandon my friend, but I can't really handle the stress those visits provoke. They are bad for my health.