Whew. I can’t believe I haven’t updated since May 20th. Honestly. I had really kind of wanted to document the whole process of preparing to move to Halifax a little more clearly because I like being able to look back on things and read about stuff I might have forgotten with time. The truth is, I’ve just been so busy, especially the past couple of weeks. By the time I get done with my day the only thing I can do at my computer is read everyone else’s blog posts. I have been updating on Facebook but although it has an ease that beats out blogging, there’s no archive system; I can’t think to myself, “hmm, what was I doing on June 10th?” and easily find it six months from now.
Thus, although I haven’t posted about moving regularly, let me catch you up on the chaos.
Oh yes, chaos. This blog isn’t called “Chaos Theory” for nothing! These pictures demonstrate exactly what it’s like to live in our apartment right now. We’re surrounded by towers of cardboard boxes (still color coded and numbered with an accompanying spreadsheet detailing what’s in each one, I’m amazed I’ve stuck with being organized this long). Getting through our living room is getting more and more difficult but at least it’s not for much longer.
And yes, I *love* that the kids keep putting their stuff randomly on top of boxes as though they’re tables. Sheesh. Anyway, it’s just nuts in here and with all the boxes piling up around me I’m thinking that despite the fact that I’ve read about the Zombie Apocalypse and am now currently reading about the Robot Uprising, the truth is the cardboard boxes are going to gain intelligence and kill us all in our sleep.
Man, I need to get this move over with. Only 17 more days as of today.
However it hasn’t all been super serious. I went to the school one day to hang out while the kids all did a Jump Rope For Heart Health event. Everyone was outside in the school yard skipping and running around and it was just a blast on a nice sunny day. I even managed to jump in, skip ten times, and jump out without falling down or losing bladder control, so go me. Like my friend said though, skipping was easier when we were younger and didn’t have any boobs yet.
I also went on a field trip. I wasn’t needed for Hayley’s class trip to a museum (too bad, since I had never been there), but I went with the grade four classes when they went to a different museum and then went on a walking tour of Old Montreal. It was really cold especially being so close to the Old Port but I’d rather walk in the cold than the humidity so it was fine. I loved it and took some pictures though I haven’t had a chance to process them yet. I’ll post them eventually. I was gone all day and had such a great time, and learned things too. I also learned that girls in grade four are now very emotionally dramatic and hormonal in ways we weren’t back when I was that age and it kind of scared me. Yikes!
Last weekend we had an impromptu BBQ with friends and that’s really my favorite kind of weekend day and evening – the one where you had no plans and suddenly you were packing your bathing suit and heading over to eat BBQ pork tenderloin with people you love, especially when they’re the people you’re going to miss very soon. The kids swam pretty much all day because they are insane and had no understanding that the water was COLD.
Meanwhile the three moms cleared away the dishes after supper, parked the kids inside to play, left the dads on supervision, and we took our wine across the street to the hot tub. I thought I would set up my camera for a timer shot of the three of us but my gorillapod was too low and in our rush to get into place before it snapped we kind of slipped and slid all over the place, ending with the most hilarious photo I’ve taken in ages.
And no, we didn’t spill our wine.
Finally, even though it was a weeknight, on Wednesday I went out to supper at my favorite local restaurant, Table 51, with the members of the PPO. They’re another group of people I will miss tremendously after we move, they’re all amazing.
(Why yes, we are a bunch of really hot moms, and bless the poor lone dad who is brave enough to come to meetings and deal with all the estrogen.)
I ate way too much. We split appetizers so I ate a “croquette” (potato, cheese, and bacon rolled into a ball and deep fried, then dipped in jalapeno mayo sauce), a bunch of homemade chips and crackers with hummus and guacamole (my favorite), a “mini mac” which is an itty bitty facsimile of a Big Mac (it tastes just like it, minus the accompanying nausea you get at Mickey D’s), and a bit of braised beef poutine (made with fingerling potatoes instead of fries, lots of curd cheese, and a rich wine gravy, oh mah GOD). That was really more than enough but I still ordered a veggie burger (made with lentils, oatmeal, and brown rice and served on a bun with tomatoes, red onion, dressing, cheese, and arugula, delicious!) with fries. I only managed half the burger before I nearly died so I ate the rest for lunch. The two glasses of Pinot Noir were wonderful too.
Other than that it’s been all about packing, taking breaks to read voraciously on my Kindle (more about that in another entry as this one is long enough now!), and occasionally doing strange things with my body all in the name of yoga.
There is so much I’m going to miss but part of me is just really eager to get to Halifax so I can decompress just a wee bit!