quite the weekend.

[electricland]

I hung about my apartment Friday morning waiting for the second Bell guy to come and fix my phone properly as opposed to temporarily. He showed up around 9, had no clue what the first one had said. I explained to the best of my limited (technically and linguistically) ability and he went through much the same pantomime as the first guy -- peer at the jack, go downstairs to peer at the junction box, come up, down, up, down, poke with strange instruments that make funny sounds, down again. Eventually, the bad news: it's too complicated a job for him and I have to get the really big guns in to install the new wire. They can be here later that day or the next day. GAAAH. I explain that I have to go to work and we left it at that, so I'll have to phone Bell and set up a new time, preferably some day when I can work at home. grrrr.

So off to work, admittedly earlier than I feared. Phone call from my mother: the power is back on in their area, they're going to arrive in Montreal around 7, can they pick me up and we can drive down to the family do in Georgeville together? Sounds like a decent plan to me, as I haven't picked up my car yet, so I agree. Then, phone call from my cousin Jen with a comedy of mishaps, boiling down to: her other grandmother had a fall and is in hospital, her parents have to stay with her, Jen COULD drive down to Georgeville on her own but is feeling kind of stressed out and as though a quiet weekend is in order. I (thinking "damn, damn, damn, what a pain") make sympathetic noises -- can she get a lift with my parents? or Andrew and Mari-Ellen? She thinks best not. Rats. I should've pushed harder but didn't... let that be a lesson to me.

Anyway, since I'm not leaving as early as I planned, I dawdle a bit at work and then walk over to McLennan-Redpath to see if I can find a book raithen needs. Great nostalgia trip. I miss being in school. 3rd edition hasn't been shelved yet but I get the 2nd edition and verify that its introduction is indeed different from that in the 1st. As I am doing this, my phone rings. Loudly. It's never that loud when I'm not in a library. It's Mummy calling to tell me that as it turns out they're probably not going to arrive until 9 or so. Connection is too bad and embarrassment factor too high to do much more than mutter "um, OK" as quietly as possible (much maternal "I can't hear you, are you there?"). I photocopy the intro to the 2nd edition, check the New Acquisitions shelf for the 3rd (it wasn't there) and skedaddle.

Anyway my parents did eventually show up (about 9:15 as it turned out) and we ate steamies and got on the road about 10:15. At least there weren't traffic problems on the bridge! They hadn't wanted to set out from the cottage until they were sure they could get gas; power came on about noon and they left around 2:30, there were gargantuan lineups at every gas station until about Port Perry.

We got to the hotel in Georgeville around 11:30; absolutely charming although somewhat basic. It was three stories, twelve guest rooms altogether, just a bed and a sink in each room with a toilet on each floor and one shower on the 2nd floor. My great-aunt Andrea got the room with an en-suite bathroom! But the nicest thing about the hotel was each floor had a balcony running the whole width of the floor, facing the lake, that all guests could use. Perfectly delightful. So we drank wine and ate dessert and enjoyed the sound of the waves lapping, and then went to our rooms and slept like the dead.

Time for work, I think, more to come later.

Comments

YAY ELL!

[raithen.livejournal.com]

I wish to publically thank you for getting that article for me.

SO THANKS!

Re: YAY ELL!

[electricland.livejournal.com]

aw...

you are most welcome! Like I say, it was one giant nostalgia trip.