Kate and I were really hung over yesterday from all the late-night celebrating. I'd done a REALLY dumb thing the night before in taking my car into town for the fireworks display (which was, BTW, simply amazing). That little error kept Pascal and me out until 2:15am. Two hours, 15 minutes just to travel MAYBE two miles. So, yes, we'd had enough fun for a few days and defiantly decided to stay in. Jean-Daniel and boys set out for Toronto and we settled in for a day of doing nothing.
I spent a couple of hours reading Espaces and wandering through Sepaq's website, dreaming of outdoor excursions to come. Kate's got her heart set on Île aux Coudres this year and she's not very malleable, but next summer, whoa! - we'll be off to the hinterlands. (I know, that's where we are now. All things being relative, though...from here, la côte nord is the hinterlands!)
I'm not going to tell you how Kate spent the day, because I secretly think it's criminal to spend the whole day playing Sims on the computer while the sun is shining and a cool breeze beckons one outside.
Oops!
;-)
Even worse, I drove (yes, ladies and gentlemen, drove) to Place Laurier (a shopping center) to buy souvenirs. I hope it doesn't hurt you as much to read this as it does me to write it.
;-)
In afternoon's wane, I wondered aloud at the day's passing and asked Kate, "Are you sure you don't want to just go out to watch the street performers before it gets dark?" At that she retorted, "It just kills you to do nothing, doesn't it?!"
Well, yeah, I think. I'm paying a lot of money to come up here and do nothing. I could be doing that in Atlanta.
I practically had to screw my head back on before sitting down to watch Cate Blanchett in Elizabeth, the Golden Age. At least that was educational.
;-)
So, help me out here. What's the remedy for my affliction? I'd been officially diagnosed long ago, and still have only now begun searching for a cure: how does one make peace with doing nothing?
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I share you name and I happened upon your blog. I was fascinated to read your writings. I am 46 and live in Minnesota
ezappa-2 - Funny, I,d always thought Zappa was a rare name, yet it was really hard finding a unique name when I set this up! My father's family is from Wisconsin, and some of his relatives posted up in Minneapolis. I even lived there for awhile. Where are you?
Are you fascinated with this Quebec post, or that you may have found a relative?
- Elizabeth
Well it has been a pleasure reading, and on this point I can intervene with some good advice, having endured your leftist dictatorship until my exile at 18. If I can survive under a regime hell-bent on the discovery of the world around it and still enjoy video games, then perhaps harsher measures are needed.
Force the child. She is young, her will is weak. Break her. Show her the world as you would have it, in all its fiery GLORY!!!!
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