Friday:
Nap to prep for the big concert.
Decide I hate everything in my closet. Borrow clothes from Nadine.
Hanson (will receive its own post in due course).
Saturday:
Coffee #1* – fun. Just good to sit and chat about life.
Coffee #2 – next door to the bridesmaid dress store. Wedding chatting with Nadine, then dress pick-up…except mine, due to an armpit tear. Felt a bit sad, as I was SO excited to try on my adorable ensemble and help start the hunt for accessories.
Shower.
Drive to Mississauga. Go slowly on the highway because there is finally a bit of winter.
Coffee #3 (planned during Coffee #2) – new friend. Talked about life and relationships and Jesus and music and how she’s rocking a partially-shaved head and that I miss my nose piercing.
Drive to Guelph. Sing loudly en route. Squint through a very dirty windshield.
Coffee #4 – mostly talked about shoes. Strange, with this friend, except that actually we were shoe shopping. I hope she bought some after I left for
Supper – good times. Artsy lovely friend. We decided we would like to take British slang and introduce them to Canadian culture – but with inverted meanings. Example: “I’m totally chuffed about yesterday’s test.” Does it mean “happy and satisfied” or “angry and annoyed”? Depends what country you’re in.
Swing by my parents. Open a small box discovered in a safety deposit box, from my grandma (who passed away 3.5 years ago). For some reason, the smattering of coins inside is deeply touching to me.
Drive to Waterdown. Sing some more. No need to squint in the dark.
Talk for hours with people who’ve known me since I was a wee child.
Sleep in a bright green room.
Sunday:
Small talk with teenagers who vaguely know who I am. They’re lovely and funny. Meet the newest family member, an adorable bundle of energy who was born in Oofoo-oofoo-ba. Or, as grown-ups say, Ethiopia.
Church with the family. See some folks I’ve not seen in a long while/didn’t expect to see. Make plans to catch-up. Lots of thoughts about church and community that I don’t have time to process.
Lunch with the family. And my sister & brother-in-law. That’s right, in that strange sister way, we both made plans to visit a family we’ve not seen in over two years. On the same weekend. Without discussing. Much laughter and delicious food at the table.
Drive to Toronto. Get windshield fluid. Sing loudly.
Aloo Gobi with Karen. And a chocolate chai cupcake. Tummy food and soul food as we talk about real life.
Drive home.
Grammy-watching with Nadine & Matt.
Sleep.
*none of these coffee dates involved actual coffee. Thankfully.
Nap to prep for the big concert.
Decide I hate everything in my closet. Borrow clothes from Nadine.
Hanson (will receive its own post in due course).
Saturday:
Coffee #1* – fun. Just good to sit and chat about life.
Coffee #2 – next door to the bridesmaid dress store. Wedding chatting with Nadine, then dress pick-up…except mine, due to an armpit tear. Felt a bit sad, as I was SO excited to try on my adorable ensemble and help start the hunt for accessories.
Shower.
Drive to Mississauga. Go slowly on the highway because there is finally a bit of winter.
Coffee #3 (planned during Coffee #2) – new friend. Talked about life and relationships and Jesus and music and how she’s rocking a partially-shaved head and that I miss my nose piercing.
Drive to Guelph. Sing loudly en route. Squint through a very dirty windshield.
Coffee #4 – mostly talked about shoes. Strange, with this friend, except that actually we were shoe shopping. I hope she bought some after I left for
Supper – good times. Artsy lovely friend. We decided we would like to take British slang and introduce them to Canadian culture – but with inverted meanings. Example: “I’m totally chuffed about yesterday’s test.” Does it mean “happy and satisfied” or “angry and annoyed”? Depends what country you’re in.
Swing by my parents. Open a small box discovered in a safety deposit box, from my grandma (who passed away 3.5 years ago). For some reason, the smattering of coins inside is deeply touching to me.
Drive to Waterdown. Sing some more. No need to squint in the dark.
Talk for hours with people who’ve known me since I was a wee child.
Sleep in a bright green room.
Sunday:
Small talk with teenagers who vaguely know who I am. They’re lovely and funny. Meet the newest family member, an adorable bundle of energy who was born in Oofoo-oofoo-ba. Or, as grown-ups say, Ethiopia.
Church with the family. See some folks I’ve not seen in a long while/didn’t expect to see. Make plans to catch-up. Lots of thoughts about church and community that I don’t have time to process.
Lunch with the family. And my sister & brother-in-law. That’s right, in that strange sister way, we both made plans to visit a family we’ve not seen in over two years. On the same weekend. Without discussing. Much laughter and delicious food at the table.
Drive to Toronto. Get windshield fluid. Sing loudly.
Aloo Gobi with Karen. And a chocolate chai cupcake. Tummy food and soul food as we talk about real life.
Drive home.
Grammy-watching with Nadine & Matt.
Sleep.
*none of these coffee dates involved actual coffee. Thankfully.
That sounds like such a lovely weekend. I wish I could have been coffee #5. :)
ReplyDeleteAlso today? I learned a new British slang.
You know how we call hippies/save-the-world types "granola"? Well they call them The Lentil Brigade.
I laughed so hard. LOVE it.
xo
talk on Sunday! :D
Can't wait for Sunday! And I am TOTALLY going to sign up for the Lentil Brigade.
ReplyDelete(ironically, I am incapable of cooking with lentils. nothing ever turns out...)
Always a pleasure to have you join us! I don't think we even offered you any Ethiopian Coffee. Ooops.
ReplyDeleteSteve, I have to admit, I am not much of a coffee drinker. But I am continually open to being converted. And maybe Ethiopian coffee will do the trick!
ReplyDeleteNext time.