if you’ve lived on the west coast for any length of time, you know all about the ferries. i’ve written about them before so i’ll keep this short: where have all the fucking people come from and why do they always want to be on the same boat as me? geez louise! i was the first or second person denied a ticket for the 10:30 sailing friday morning because of volume. lucky me got to sit around the terminal until 12:30 for the honour of spending an additional two hours of my life crossing the strait. thankfully it was: a) a beautiful day; and, b) i had hey nostradamus! to keep me company.
otherwise, my weekend was pretty good. mom really needed me there, too. she’s been having to deal with her cousin/tennant’s severe health problems and she’s pretty much at the end of her tether. brenda (the cousin/tennant) was in hosptial all weekend and i’m glad for both mom and me. it gave her break from the constant worry and allowed me to not get too angry and upset about the situation on her behalf.
we watched hockey and a couple movies, did some pre-vegas shopping for her trip next week and hit the casino for a practice run where we both won a combined total of just over a thousand bucks. good thing, too, because i bought some clothes and shoes i really couldn’t afford.
now i’m back on my side of the water, glad to have slept on my crappy futon (can you believe it?) and to be back in my own space. i could do without the being at work, but with the good always comes some bad, they say.
how was your easter?
My Easter consisted of balancing time between my mother and father (divorced) and my in-laws (hubsters mom’s been married 3 times…), all the while juggling 3 kids who are all sick with something and crabby as hell. A trip on a boat preceeded by 2 hours of reading time all by myself sounds like heaven right about now. :)
wonderful. it was my birthday on saturday, and we got to turn the holiday weekend into a festival, with a picnic, day trips, music bingo, and good food.
Gary’s birthday was also Saturday, so I had to stroke a poor now 30 year old boy’s ego. A lot. (don’t even ask what his coworkers did to him Friday!)
Otherwise, it was just another weekend. Not big on easter around here. I do need to stock up on candy, though, to make May baskets!