All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again………………………………………..
‘Leaving om a jet plane’ John Denver
Do we go to our house in the Laurentians (bought when I achieved landed immigrant status in Canada to avoid the Viet Nam draft, but didn’t get called) or our home in Herzylia Pituach?
I’ll let Mrs. CTL make the decision, but we are not staying for four more years.