Tricky vs. Shifty

I was all productive yesterday, and finally got my vegetable garden in! Weeding, mixing in triple mix and compost, and finally planting. It's pathetic when compared to the amazing vegetable garden next door (where the old italian lady just kicks ass at vegetables), but I am excited for tomatoes and basil, nonetheless. (I am unsure of whether the cucumber, dill and coriander will forgive me for having to live on the porch for so long.)

Today, Scott and I met one-third of our new neighbours. She seems really nice, and we got a tour of their house. Holy shit, do they have their work cut out for them. Also found out that her partner is a guy I know from my second year university - we lived in the same residence. Funny! We weren't great friends or anything, but we hung out sometimes, and he was really nice, so it's pretty cool. And they have a two year old boy, which could be fun. I like kids (especially when they belong to someone else). I think she was worried that I didn't like kids, because Scott and I had told her about the kids who used to live in their house, and I quickly explained that I like them when they're nice, and those kids weren't. All they did was yell at their dog (while swearing), steal my tomatoes, and cut through our yard to steal vegetables out of the italian women's amazing garden. But I said that if her son was nice, then it was okay for him to steal my tomatoes.

Huh. While I was trying to plug the laptop into the battery just now, I somehow minimized the screen. Don't know how I did that, though.

Anyway. For those of you in Canada, I hope you have a wonderful Canada Day long weekend. If you're elsewhere, I still hope you have a great weekend. :)

Today has been productive. Been to the bank, done a review and initial proof of the annual report I'm working on and eaten some food. Now I'm taking a bit of a break before I do a final proofreading of the report, scoot on down to their offices to give it to them, and then head to the bus station to go to Cambridge for the night.

I will likely have some big news once the weekend is over. I kind of want to tell you all now, but I should wait until it's all down on paper and sorted out.

ETA:

Yes! The CBC has finally decided to grace us non-cable people with the George! Hooray! It's too bad about some of the other crap they're adding, though. The Canadian One? Yikes.

This weekend was really good.

My mom was planning a surprise party on Saturday for my dad's 60th birthday (as well as his friend's 60th). So all three of us kids and my mom have been lying through our teeth for the past few weeks to my dad. I was starting to think he didn't actually believe I also had a wedding to go to that day, and that maybe he suspected something.

Anyway, so on Thursday, I got a car from my parents so that I could drop my sister off at their place on Friday, the story being that her landlady was having an openhouse that weekend to rent her apartment, and my sister didn't want to be around for that. I was going to bring her up on Friday, and I'd stay the night, as it would be quicker for me to drive to the wedding from my parents' house than it would be to leave from my apartment.

Saturday morning, my dad went over to my brother's place to install his dishwasher. He wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible, so as soon as he left in the morning, we get on the phone with my brother, and tell him that no matter what he has to stall my dad until atleast 4:30pm. Which turned out not to be a problem, since my brother's house hadn't been wired for a dishwasher, so my dad spent many hours working on that. Poor guy.

I booted out to Woodstock for the wedding ceremony. It was beautiful. Luckily the weather was great (after a week of "it's going to poor like crazy on Saturday), and the ceremony could be held outside. Gorgeous. The minister was a little odd (and I don't think it was entirely that he was Baptist), and it took him at least 20 minutes to get to the actual ceremony part. But everyone looked great, the dog behaved, and it was lovely.

I then booted back to my parents' place, hoping I'd make it back before my dad did. Driving at 140km/h helped in that. I'm very lucky I was stuck behind slow people for all three cops I saw. I made it back about 20 minutes before my dad did. And he was so surprised! He totally didn't know what had been planned. A few people met him down at the bottom of the driveway, since all the cars on the lawn would have eventually given it away (at first he thought the neighbours were using their lawn for parking, as they had once before); he reacted just like my Nana (his mom) would have, apparently! Too funny. He was totally speechless. It was great!

And I even got a few surprises! My aunt and uncle from Ottawa came up, and a bunch of old, old friends of my parents came too. I hadn't seen them since I was six, and the men all played on a baseball team together. And they totally looked the same, so I immediately recognized them (Big Ross! Tommy Tucker! Sue! Brenda!).

It was a lot of fun, and so much food (oh my god, did I ever have so much to take home, between the party food and the veggies from my mom's garden). I think every month should have a weekend like that.

I hope you all had fabulous weekends, too.