Labor day weekend. It kind of snuck up on us. Well, at least in this part of Canada. We Canucks are still waiting for Summer to make an appearance. I am sure we broke some type of rainfall record that might give India’s monsoons a run for their money.
We was robbed.
On the bright side though (Lord knows I try to take a peek there in every situation), my a/c was on only about two weeks total. No sweltering, sticky nights, no high humidity. I’m trying here, folks, give me a hand…
So now September has arrived. She’s cool and crisp and sassy! This air is delicious. It makes me want to strap on my hiking boots and head for the mountains. It offers up delicious red apples plucked right from the tree and baked into pies or loafs.
With it comes back to school for some. Or maybe taking a class in the evening after work.
I woke up this morning so freaking happy. Its a long weekend and I tacked on an extra day on Tuesday. So what will I do with myself? I’m heading out to Mont-Tremblant again for a day of hiking with an overnight stay. Looking forward to the jacuzzi and a glass of wine and maybe some journaling and blog reading in the evening.
I got a great deal on a room in the main village. Thank you, Travelosity.
Being single can suck on long weekends. That’s why I have vowed to fill them with a little something.
Funny how things work – when I saw the incredible deal online, I clicked right away….only to realize it is an over nighter from Monday to Tuesday. Well…crapsicles. Looks like I’m going alone. Guess I should have heeded the warning when my mouse hovered over the “are you sure you want this to be a non-refundable booking” message. Moron.
I thought of maybe inviting my mom. She would ski up there back in the day. That’s where she and my dad met. Yeah, I will invite mom.
Then that little voice in my head said…”Are you sure you want to do this?” (refer to above ignoring of the warning). Before you think I am the worst daughter in the world, let me tell you exactly how this scenario will play itself out.
On the drive up there:
Mom: BOY how far is this place anyway? Are we ever going to get there!?
Me: Almost there, mom.
Mom: (after being in the car for all of 20 minutes) Can we stop somewhere? I need to stretch my legs and have a cigarette.
Me: Fiiiine, but you are slowing us down.
Once we arrive:
Mom: It’s 12:01, I’m STARVING and need to eat. I’ve been up since 5:00 a.m. I’m tired and want to relax.
I really wish I could do more things with my mom. In my child’s mind, it always seems like a good idea. In reality though, it is a frustrating and disappointing experience. She is not very flexible with regards to her schedule. Meal times are 6:00 am, 12:00pm and 5:00pm. It’s really hard to plan an outing that way.
So, I will stop by her place today to visit, but I’m going away solo.
Have a great long weekend all!