Good Stuff

My daughter and her boyfriend in the canoe, and Bob swimming happily with a stick. What a beautiful sight.

Holidays were great.

So great.

Even the fact that my bed was IN the bathroom didn't bug me.

My youngest daughter, Kristy and her boyfriend shared the holiday with Bobby (the dog) and me. (Hard to believe that Kristy is an 'adult' now. When did that happen?!)

Swimming, cherry pie, fires on the beach, beautiful scenery, a boat ride, many laughs with the kids, dog antics, .. oh, just heaven. Absolute heaven. And not one mall involved! Makes me wonder why I ever decided to move to a big city. (Why did I??)

I encouraged the kids to do their own thing, which they didn't argue about. ; ) Well, except for the Tim Horton's run in the morning. There was no choice on that. After that, they could do their own thing. (Ok, maybe that's why I moved to a big city.) I let them take the vehicle and Bob and I walked, played, and swam, lazed, and floated on a big floaty thing... he'd make a fine sailing dog.

I experienced solitude. I experienced peace.

I've learned in the past couple of years that I love solitude. Really love solitude. Maybe even unhealthily love solitude. I had an inkling in the past that I would love it, but never had the chance to experience it. E-ver. And nature. I can't get enough of it. That I knew. But this solitude thing and nature together... my god. I could become Grizzly Adams. Give me a shotgun and a life time supply of Timmy's and I'm good to go.

Anyway... think I'll save the rest of that conversation for my therapist.

Totally forgot about the ghost tour. Once I was there, I really didn't want to leave to head in to town for anything. We were also too beat in the evening from the heat during the day to make it to the drive-in. It was insanely hot. Like 33 degrees hot. And the cabin was even hotter.

I met up with a childhood friend. She was my best friend all through elementary school, into junior high and part of high school, until she moved away. Last time we saw each other, we were 16. It really was like no time had passed. It's just like that with good friends, isn't it?

Just wish that she didn't tell Kristy so many stories... totally blew my cover.

That's really all I have. Tried to upload more pictures but blogger is not cooperating tonight. I've been pretty sick for over a week now and just don't have the energy to figure it out.

So, the end.

shit

I'm having huge anxiety about this holiday now.

What if my Escape breaks down?

What if I get robbed?

What if the people I'm renting this cabin from are really pig farmers?

three days!!!!!!

I'm just a little excited.

I found out that there are ghost tours in Vernon and, get this...

An actual drive-in theatre!!

eat, play, sleep

I'm heading off on holidays in four days. FOUR DAYS!!

I am soooo pumped! This will be the first vacation of my life that was totally planned by and for little old me. I didn't check with anyone else. There was nothing to check. I wanted it and I made it happen. What a wonderful feeling. (I am embracing this single life like I never thought I ever would. Leaving Mr. Control was the best decision I have ever made in my life. Go me!)

This was going to be for just me and my faithful companion, Mr. Bobby Danger. We were going to run through the fields in slow motion, canoe together (obviously I didn't think that one through), swim in the water, read many books, play with yarn, hike through the hills, pick flowers and put them in my hair, I would ride the bike with Bob running beside me, my skirt flying in the wind, and eat sandwiches and drink coffee all day. It sounded so good in my head that I asked my daughter to join me. I wanted her to experience what will most definitely be the greatest-get-away-in-the-west. Now her boyfriend is coming, too.

I'm hoping for a week filled with laughs, peace, fun, loungy-water-things, and coffee and sandwiches. I'm looking forward to getting to know the-boy-who-loves-my-daughter.

I'm also looking forward to letting the-boy-who-loves-my-daughter drive through the treacherous mountains so I can be hopped up on ativan.

finally

ramble on

Insert Led Zeppelin song here.

♫♩♪

I've come to realize that I'm a bit of a gypsy in spirit.

I don't believe in forever, I'm terrified of commitment, but I believe in good coffee and that life is better with a dog.

Messier, hairier, stinkier..

but better.