But… well, not really.
My girls went on a three-night vacation without me this week, packing up and heading out Eastward to visit friends in the lovely city of Saskatoon, while I — holiday-less and obligation-ridden — stayed back in Edmonton to go to work, tend to the dog, train some Fringe volunteers and make sure the junk mail got from the super-box to the ever-growing pile of recyclables on the kitchen counter. The girls get home sometime today. And from what I’ve gathered, they’ve had a lovely time.
During my solitude — when I wasn’t at work, getting to or from work, or sleeping — I managed to accomplish a couple of things:
Some will have already noticed that I took quite a few photos and made a good kick start to my august photo un-project. I took some awesome light-box-esque pics of the raspberries last night, a collection of hymenoptera action shots the evening before, and explored the world of a grape-sized garden spider who has taken up residence on my back window the evening prior to that. They are all posted in various places for the world to see. If you can’t find them, you are not looking hard enough.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading. A lot. A few hours per night, a lot. I’d picked up a copy of The Lord of the Rings for my Kindle a while back — after screeching our way through the awesome extended Blu-Ray editions of the films a few weeks ago — and I’ve been carefully re-reading the novels. And by carefully I mean slowly and patiently, while savouring all of it, every word and plot twist, and more-so than I usually do with a book.
I’ve practiced my crÃƒÂªpe-skills. If you click back a few posts you’ll read about my adventure at the Edmonton Heritage Festival last weekend and how, quite randomly and somewhat unexpectedly, I found myself volunteered and cooking hundreds of French crÃƒÂªpes for the nice folks at the French pavilion. Not wanting to squander one of those rare opportunities to foster a new skill, I went out the next day (despite my half-baked finger) and bought a crÃƒÂªpe pan and some chocolate from London Drugs (of all places.) And, yes, I cooked more crÃƒÂªpes… ate more crÃƒÂªpes, too. Yummy.
Still, despite my quality time alone, I’ll be glad to see my family tonight.
We spent the long weekend in Saskatoon. Now I’m trying to catch up. In the meantime, there are stacks of new pictures of both the trip and the post-sunny weekend garden growth in the gallery. Spring pictures are always so colourful.
I voted this morning. Anyone who has spoken to me in the last month with event the slightest political taint to the conversation, doesn’t even need to ask where I marked my X. Go vote. Unless you’re going to vote against me and cancel out my effort. Then stay home. Watch TV. Eat some french fries.
Karin and I arrived safely home from our weekend jaunt to Saskatoon. There are photos in my gallery. I’ll try not to be too vague about that matter.