The bells were ringing on Thursday!
Barry finished his chemotherapy and rang the traditional bell at Princess Margaret's Hospital, and his friends joined in around the world.
My bells included the sublime tone of a wet finger around the rim of a crystal wine glass. .....Ohhhhhmmmm.....
The hard, insistent Tong! of my ceramic mortar & pestle, happy to be of service since it hardly ever gets to grind any food items.
And the metallic *clang* of the lid of my pasta cauldron.
Sounds to waken the cats, and possibly the neighbors.
Sounds of joy that our friend is finished with his chemical torture and can get on with everything else!
Happy Day, Barry.
How shall we manage?
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