A camp weekend... in Windsor?!
This weekend is the official opening weekend of cottage season, a time when friends get together outside with beer and BBQ and look forward to the coming summer.
Unfortunately for Jeremy and I - even though we actually have a cottage to visit - my parents are out of town and my camp is 8 hours away. So we are stuck here in Windsor! On a brighter note, I know that the days of dock-sitting and campfires aren't that far away.
It's our friend Dylan's birthday tomorrow and we've been trying to decide about going to London for his party. These parties are always fun, but I'm usually ready for bed halfway through them. When we lived in London, I used to fall asleep all the time when Dylan was over - he and jeremy would be up all hours of the night and I'd just "close my eyes for a minute". zzzzzzzzz
Still partying in London will likely be more fun than hanging around this apartment, taking the odd walk around the city, and starting to stress out over how much there is to do. I tried forcing myself to relax this week. I guess it worked, except that after 8 months of constant action, I now feel a little guilty for spending the day with a book.
Tomorrow is supposed to be warm (around 20 degrees) and sunny, so if we don't go to London, I'm thinking it could still be an outdoors day. We've been putting off going to Pelee Island and since it's not too pricey, this might be another good thing to do... Or maybe I'll dust off the rollerblades and try not to fall on my ass down by the river. Or maybe I'll pack up the car and bring a good book to our favourite riverside park.
It's funny how none of those things are as appealing as sitting around a campfire... must be something in the air today.
Down by the bay
where the watermelons grow
back to my home
i dare not go
for if i do
my mother will say
"did you ever see a goose chasing a moose"
down by the bay
hmmm maybe I can do without the campfire songs.