August 18, 2006 @ 10:10 pm by sean
I was in the parking lot talking with my parents after dinner this evening, and we heard screeching tires followed by the expected crunch.
Well, it was a
After the initial 2 seconds of
Did that really happen?
Dad said, That didn’t sound good.
So we proceeded towards the street, where the sound came from.
First we walked.
Then my dad started a jog.
I kept walking.
What kind of awful person hears an accident and walks towards it, and does not run?
Just before that, mum and dad said good bye to me, because I am moving back to Judson on Sunday.
Yea, it is Friday.
Dad finds the cottage more important than me, so they are going up for the weekend to work on it.
Just as last week
and the week before.
Awesome dad. I am glad the cottage means more to you than I do.
His focus lately on the cottage, investments, and retirement have begun to annoy me. Not money specifically, by intinsically money related things are nearly always his focus. Right in front of me on the desk is a list of stock market portfolio update reports, printed from his email. It is on an inch and a half thick stack of similar papers. Immediately to its left is a larger stack.
He would not let mum come to Toronto with grandma and me last weekend because she had to go work on the cottage with him.
This sounds really jr. high.
When did women stop saying
Wait here while I go slip into something more comfortable.
Did they ever really say that?
Or was it just in the movies.
What was the point of Slipping into something more comfortable anyway?
Is the end result not to slip out of that also?
And slipping into nothing is surely more comfortable.
Seems like an unnecessary step to me.
Regardless, I would not mind hearing that someday.
What about wearing dresses and high heals to do house work, like Mrs. Cleaver?
Did women ever really do that?
No matter what I say now, it will end up sounding sexist
are there women out there who still do that?
If so, might they be the kind of women who, when it is getting late, say,
Let me go slip into something more comfortable.
Last night I shot orange, clay discs out of the sky with a .28 gauge shotgun.
For it being the first time in over a year, I did rather well I think.
I started shooting with both eyes open, instead of just my right eye. And I started getting better.
Unfortunately this was the only time I got to shoot with grandpa all summer.
Even though obliterating a clay disc with the pull of a trigger is certainly a good time, seeing the joy on grandpa’s face at seeing me succeed is all the more motivation to keep shooting well. Now that he is retired he shoots often, and is quite good at it. He started giving me lessons a few years ago, but summers are always busy and I have not made the time lately to shoot with him.
I love my grandpa.
And doing with him something he loves is so wonderful.
One has a great job when the boss is a friend.
Saying goodbye to Nathan at the end of the day today was like saying goodbye to other friends around here.
What a great job.
In Toronto grandma and I ate at this really interesting restaurant called
Richtree Restraunts and Market
It looks like an indoor market, with kiosks throughout the interior, just like a market vendor. But each one made some different kind of food. And one could also purchase the ingredients the vendor used at their kiosk. One receives a card when they arrive, and it gets scanned each time they purchase something from a vendor. Then, when leaving, the card is scanned and one pays. The interior is really fun. You should go, if you go to Toronto.