City Excursion
Well Stewie is gone now. My friend came and picked him up first thing in the morning. Fortunately there is someone else who wants him. I got upset, mostly because I felt like we were traumatizing the dogs by having them together and then splitting them up again. But also because I felt like such a loser for not being able to handle keeping him and putting my friend through all the trouble of bringing him over and then picking him up again. It was a lesson learned, wouldn't want more than two dogs.
So Hubby and I went down to the city to visit my father in the afternoon. That's always an experience. We exited the highway to drive through our old stomping grounds. So much has changed, yet it's still the same. Before heading to my sisters house, we made a little detour and drove by the house I grew up in. I was actually born in that house, as opposed to being born in a hospital. I spent my entire childhood there. I have many memories of that house. As we drove by there was a furniture truck in the driveway and there were people moving furniture into the house. It was a very odd feeling seeing that. But what struck me the most was how small the house was, all the houses, the whole neighbourhood, looked so tiny and squished together. That's not how I remember it. As we were approaching and I saw the furniture truck, I got strangely excited, thinking maybe the house was up for sale. But it wasn't, and like I said to Hubby, we probably couldn't afford it even if it was. It's funny how everything looked miniature compared to my memories, but I guess that's natural after living here in my sprawling country home on a half acre lot. It's funny too that I didn't get upset or depressed, longing for the past. It actually made me appreciate what I have now.
So we finally get to my sisters house and her driveway is full of cars, the street was lined with cars. We had to park a few doors away. Again this was odd. Hubby walks in the door saying "what, are you having a party here or what?" But no, just everyone was home and I guess neighbours had visitors as well, and again, everything was mini sized. In that tiny house lives my sister, her three adult sons and my father, they all have cars, plus one of my nephews had his girlfriend and his kids there visiting. So I finally got to meet his new girlfriend, she seems much more pleasant than his ex-wife, thankfully. And I got to see his daughter, my great-niece, who is a toddler now but I haven't seen since she was born basically. So that was a bonus. Of course I thought of bringing my camera as I usually take it with me everywhere, but didn't bother bringing it, sigh. My sisters house seems smaller every time I go there. After we left I told Hubby to remind me of how tiny it is any time I complain about my own small kitchen, because my kitchen is twice the size of hers. My father was in amazingly good condition, he always bounces back. I was very happy to see him doing so well, you would never know he just had major surgery. He is amazing. He is proof positive of what good clean living can do. We always feel out of place when we go down there in our parkas and arctic boots since there's never nearly as much snow as we have here and everyone is walking around in little jackets and running shoes. I didn't wear socks in my arctic boots, so I asked my sister if she had a pair of slippers I could wear. She brought out these knitted slipper/socks for me, very cute, very comfortable, and I think they are handmade. When we left she told me I could keep them, they were a Christmas gift and she can't wear them, bonus. Thank you! It was a lovely afternoon, I needed to get out of the house and it was great to see the family hehe. All the bad feelings from Christmastime flew out the window.
The drive home was uneventful, enjoyable even. It had been lightly snowing all day, was a very dreary, gray day, even more so down in the city. It was so nice to get home, with my new appreciation of it and all. We had stopped at a Wendys to grab some dinner on our way home, I decided to live a little, and tried the Tex-Mex taco salad. It was good but huge and I couldn't even eat the whole thing.
We had a lovely evening at home, enjoying our home. We had a few brewskies and played a few games of darts. We both won a couple of games. We gave the dogs tennis balls to keep them occupied and out of the way while we played. I guess Eddie wasn't happy to just chew and tear up the ball, he was actually eating and swallowing it. He later puked, twice. Two big blobs of tennis ball fuzz and rubber, ugh. Poor dumb guy.
Today is a new day, no plans.
Enjoy your day.
So Hubby and I went down to the city to visit my father in the afternoon. That's always an experience. We exited the highway to drive through our old stomping grounds. So much has changed, yet it's still the same. Before heading to my sisters house, we made a little detour and drove by the house I grew up in. I was actually born in that house, as opposed to being born in a hospital. I spent my entire childhood there. I have many memories of that house. As we drove by there was a furniture truck in the driveway and there were people moving furniture into the house. It was a very odd feeling seeing that. But what struck me the most was how small the house was, all the houses, the whole neighbourhood, looked so tiny and squished together. That's not how I remember it. As we were approaching and I saw the furniture truck, I got strangely excited, thinking maybe the house was up for sale. But it wasn't, and like I said to Hubby, we probably couldn't afford it even if it was. It's funny how everything looked miniature compared to my memories, but I guess that's natural after living here in my sprawling country home on a half acre lot. It's funny too that I didn't get upset or depressed, longing for the past. It actually made me appreciate what I have now.
So we finally get to my sisters house and her driveway is full of cars, the street was lined with cars. We had to park a few doors away. Again this was odd. Hubby walks in the door saying "what, are you having a party here or what?" But no, just everyone was home and I guess neighbours had visitors as well, and again, everything was mini sized. In that tiny house lives my sister, her three adult sons and my father, they all have cars, plus one of my nephews had his girlfriend and his kids there visiting. So I finally got to meet his new girlfriend, she seems much more pleasant than his ex-wife, thankfully. And I got to see his daughter, my great-niece, who is a toddler now but I haven't seen since she was born basically. So that was a bonus. Of course I thought of bringing my camera as I usually take it with me everywhere, but didn't bother bringing it, sigh. My sisters house seems smaller every time I go there. After we left I told Hubby to remind me of how tiny it is any time I complain about my own small kitchen, because my kitchen is twice the size of hers. My father was in amazingly good condition, he always bounces back. I was very happy to see him doing so well, you would never know he just had major surgery. He is amazing. He is proof positive of what good clean living can do. We always feel out of place when we go down there in our parkas and arctic boots since there's never nearly as much snow as we have here and everyone is walking around in little jackets and running shoes. I didn't wear socks in my arctic boots, so I asked my sister if she had a pair of slippers I could wear. She brought out these knitted slipper/socks for me, very cute, very comfortable, and I think they are handmade. When we left she told me I could keep them, they were a Christmas gift and she can't wear them, bonus. Thank you! It was a lovely afternoon, I needed to get out of the house and it was great to see the family hehe. All the bad feelings from Christmastime flew out the window.
The drive home was uneventful, enjoyable even. It had been lightly snowing all day, was a very dreary, gray day, even more so down in the city. It was so nice to get home, with my new appreciation of it and all. We had stopped at a Wendys to grab some dinner on our way home, I decided to live a little, and tried the Tex-Mex taco salad. It was good but huge and I couldn't even eat the whole thing.
We had a lovely evening at home, enjoying our home. We had a few brewskies and played a few games of darts. We both won a couple of games. We gave the dogs tennis balls to keep them occupied and out of the way while we played. I guess Eddie wasn't happy to just chew and tear up the ball, he was actually eating and swallowing it. He later puked, twice. Two big blobs of tennis ball fuzz and rubber, ugh. Poor dumb guy.
Today is a new day, no plans.
Enjoy your day.
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