All right, I’m feeling better today. Or at least rested, which is infinitely better than exhausted. I slept for about 13 hours last night, and it was good.
It was really good to see Karen, Laurie, Craig, Mike, Chris, (my brothers and sisters) and Mom & Merv on the weekend. Laurie looks a lot different than when I last saw her (what, seven years ago?) and I love her hair. Karen looks just about the same as always. Mike too. Chris is still insanely tall, the kind of tall that you forget about until you see him again. Craig looks older and is pretty much the same guy he was when he was ten, only moreso. Mom & Merv make me feel relaxed and make me tea.
I’m getting anxious to move again. Staying at Adam’s parents house has always been a bit of a trial for me, and coming back this time hasn’t changed things at all. Two more weeks here and I’ll be in Vancouver. It will be good.
The yard sale is this weekend coming up. I keep seeing hundreds of migrating birds. I love the fall. These past few weeks I feel like Adam and I have been getting closer than ever, which is really nice. It was hard to really spend time doing anything besides vegging in Toronto, we just had too many jobs and no energy for anything. Even living with him, I felt like sometimes I missed him.
On the drive down to Burleigh Falls (just north of Peterborough, for those with knowledge of Ontario,) we decided to make up our own route with Adam’s Dad’s GPS and a vague idea of county roads that would get us there. It was a beautiful drive, so much better than taking Highway 11. We ended up going through Haliburton, and some place called Carnarvon that was tiny and had a weird bar called ‘That place in Carnarvon.’ In fact, I think that might’ve been the only thing in Carnarvon besides the gas station. It was strange. The lodge where Karen’s wedding was held was nice, nothing exciting – just your basic fishing lodge. It was on a pretty but small lake called Lovesick Lake, on the Trent Severn Waterway.
On the drive back we took a different route that brought us into Bobcaygeon (yes, of the Tragically Hip song fame.) It was a lovely little town, so we stopped there for lunch and to walk around their quaint downtown. Very touristy, but very nice at the same time – not overblown touristy like Niagara falls. It made me think of Lindsay, a friend I worked with at the theatre – she grew up there. All those towns along the trent-severn waterway are quite pretty – at least all of the ones I saw. And driving around backroads while navigating by GPS is probably among my new favourite hobbies. I have to get myself a car and a GPS.
We actually cut time off the suggested time for the trip that mapquest and mappoint gave us. They said it would take around 7 hours. It ended up taking less than that even with two stops for food and wandering. Silly mapquest and mappoint.
I took photos for Karen’s wedding – I have to get the film developed. It was actually pretty fun – the bonus about doing photos at a wedding is that you don’t have to sit and be bored by the wedding itself. Yes, I know I’m a horrible person to be bored by weddings, but I am, and that’s that. Hopefully my own wedding won’t bore me. Heh. At any rate, I felt pretty good about the photos, I took a whole lot of them and I’m sure that there are some good ones in there. I even did all those family group shots that people get at weddings. It was neat. I felt very powerful. You! Stand there!! It was fun.