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I like random five-day weekends.
Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:22 pmEven those with a lot of travelling involved. Let's see...
Tuesday: Flew to Montreal. K&J met me at the airport and took me home and fed me pasta primavera and strawberry pie. I heard all about France and getting lost in Carcassonne (sp?). It was bloody hot out.
Wednesday: Strawberry pie for breakfast, then booth bunnied all day. Went pretty well. Escaped around 5:30 as detailed in my last post. Went home and ate gazpacho and pork tenderloin. Yum.
Thursday: Lazed around and read in the morning, then went out and revisited old haunts in Westmount Village and bought stuff I didn't altogether need with money I don't altogether have. (OK, some things I did need. Like the tote bag. I really needed the tote bag.) Lunch: sandwich from Cavallaro. Met M for coffee, went out for dinner with some friends from the last job.
Friday: Flew home. L's wedding. Gorgeous, at the Palais Royale, with full moon on the water and swans and a tall ship and fireworks at Ontario Place. All planned of course. Great party and no explosions (apart from the fireworks, that is).
Saturday: Helped rip down the nasty shed-like structure that's been sheltering our exterior basement stairs. Crowbars and a sledgehammer were involved, although part of the job was easily done with bare hands. Turns out we're going to need a jackhammer for the rest of the concrete steps, but it's delightful to look out our windows and not see a collapsing tar-paper shack. Jen and John have been doing sterling work taking stuff to the dump, just in time for us to replace the pile with a new pile. Then barbecue chez![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Sunday: GO bus to cottage. Nap. Ah, sweet sweet sleep.
Monday: Much lazing at the cottage, interspersed with reading and getting the slips in. We ran out of steam before we could actually get the sailboats in the water, but the field is prepared. And the canoe is out. My dad drove me down in the evening.
Books read: Murder on St. Mark's Place. The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes. The Lightning Thief. The Virtu. Down the Rabbit Hole. The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana (I've been having a terrible time getting it finished for some reason). The Privilege of the Sword (finally).
Tuesday: Flew to Montreal. K&J met me at the airport and took me home and fed me pasta primavera and strawberry pie. I heard all about France and getting lost in Carcassonne (sp?). It was bloody hot out.
Wednesday: Strawberry pie for breakfast, then booth bunnied all day. Went pretty well. Escaped around 5:30 as detailed in my last post. Went home and ate gazpacho and pork tenderloin. Yum.
Thursday: Lazed around and read in the morning, then went out and revisited old haunts in Westmount Village and bought stuff I didn't altogether need with money I don't altogether have. (OK, some things I did need. Like the tote bag. I really needed the tote bag.) Lunch: sandwich from Cavallaro. Met M for coffee, went out for dinner with some friends from the last job.
Friday: Flew home. L's wedding. Gorgeous, at the Palais Royale, with full moon on the water and swans and a tall ship and fireworks at Ontario Place. All planned of course. Great party and no explosions (apart from the fireworks, that is).
Saturday: Helped rip down the nasty shed-like structure that's been sheltering our exterior basement stairs. Crowbars and a sledgehammer were involved, although part of the job was easily done with bare hands. Turns out we're going to need a jackhammer for the rest of the concrete steps, but it's delightful to look out our windows and not see a collapsing tar-paper shack. Jen and John have been doing sterling work taking stuff to the dump, just in time for us to replace the pile with a new pile. Then barbecue chez
lostvoice and P.Sunday: GO bus to cottage. Nap. Ah, sweet sweet sleep.
Monday: Much lazing at the cottage, interspersed with reading and getting the slips in. We ran out of steam before we could actually get the sailboats in the water, but the field is prepared. And the canoe is out. My dad drove me down in the evening.
Books read: Murder on St. Mark's Place. The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes. The Lightning Thief. The Virtu. Down the Rabbit Hole. The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana (I've been having a terrible time getting it finished for some reason). The Privilege of the Sword (finally).
