I have suddenly lost all ambition to blog in this past week. It’s like nothing insane has come out of my head to talk about.
But I am sure that after a few sentences I’ll go on for hours.
In other news, let’s talk about summer is cool and all, until you hit what I like to refer to as “the gauntlet”.
It’s the time where you won’t have a single weekend to yourself anymore. The summer is officially over as you will be travelling every weekend to and from exotic locales within 900 kms of home base. In the end, it will contribute to the ‘best summer ever’ but when you’re approaching it, it’s hard to swallow.
That being said, here’s an iteniary (sp?) for ya:
This weekend: Going up to some village in Quebec, Saint Boogala Shaqa Shaqa Rim Ram (or something like that. They all sound the same. They don’t have one word!) where Vero’s parents lived for awhile and where her cousins and grandmother currently reside.
Weekend after: Hello Lumberjackfest! Everyone is welcome. Suck it up and do the drive for 900 kms.
Weekend after that: Katie’s Cottage Weekend! Boom! The power of MacGuyver will be summoned for that weekend!
Weekend after that: Actually, I’m back in Ottawa! This ain’t too bad, but I heard rumours of a bachelor party going on?
Weekend after that: Well, I guess I can’t complain too much as I’ll be back in town once again, but I think there may be a wedding that weekend to go to?
Weekend after that: Hey, is that Labour Day weekend? That’s going to be a doozy. Going to Sault Ste. Marie for a wedding, then hopping over to Tobermory to see Troy at the cottage.
And somewhere in all of that, I wouldn’t mind hightailing it to Meaford to see Danny and Carol along with Mike. Still undecided on whether or not to check them out during the fall where the salmon run happens, or end of August where the beaches are killer.
Oh, liver, don’t die on me now.