I had planned to go camping this past weekend, but we ended up not going, but had a really enjoyable weekend, anyway.
On Friday I just hung around the apartment, but enjoyed the Amy-time. My mom called and said she was going to come and visit the next night if that was okay with me and it was. So Saturday Mom and I went to lunch after I picked her up at Union Station and then we shopped around a little. I showed her the Danforth, but then we went back down to Queen Street and looked in some little antique shops near my house. Cool stuff, but expensive, over-priced Toronto cool stuff.
M called late in the afternoon to tell me that he had just made S get off of the Internet so he could tell me that R had e-mailed her about some hockey stuff and had mentioned me in the e-mail, saying, “Say hi to M and Amy for me. I’ll be home on Sept. 2 and maybe we can all go out for a drink.” Mom said when I told her about it that my face turned three shades of red. I didn’t think I was a blusher but apparently I thought wrong.
I barbequed some chicken for us for dinner and then late Saturday night I went to Lee’s Palace to see The Lowest of the Low in concert. (No, Mom didn’t come and rock out with us…) I’d seen them live once before about seven or eight years ago, but that was at the old Ontario Place Forum, an outdoor theatre that was torn down and replaced with the very concrete Molson Amphitheatre about five years ago. It was a fantastic show. We were about ten feet from the stage. They played for a full two hours, including encores. It was really loud, I hadn’t been to an indoor show in a small venue for awhile, so the hearing in my left ear was compromised for a couple of days, but it was a really good time so I didn’t care.
Mom and I had planned to go to IKEA on Sunday, but since I got in at 3 am I slept until 11:30 the next morning and Mom didn’t want to rush around in order to catch her train, so we just stayed around the house until it was time to take her back to the train. Shortly after I returned from the station, Heather called from my dad’s car and said they were on their way over, since they had gone to Cirque du Soleil that afternoon. They arrived bearing a houseplant and some fresh flowers for the apartment. You’d be amazed at what a few plants can bring to a room. They took me out to dinner in the Beaches and then I hopped the bus back home so they wouldn’t have to drive back west when they had to drive east to get home.
The weekend extended into Monday a little because I didn’t end up at work until 11:30 due to an appointment earlier that morning. When I arrived at work there was an e-mail from R in my inbox, as well. He seems to be having a good time on the ship, but from the sound of his message to S, is glad to be returning home soon. He wrote to me, “Sorry my response is so late but, as you know, time sort of stands still out here. Especially after a few margarittas…Anyhow, I hope your summer has been great and you’ve done fun things. I’ll be home on Sept. 2 and we should all go for a drink (like I need another drink).” Sounds familiar, eh, fellow crew members? I was really happy to hear from him and have something to look forward to the first week of September.
