faerieprincess
on the threshold of revelation
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Okay, so we left ridiculously early on Friday morning. Okay, it was 8am. But that's ridiculously early to me.
We drove about an hour and a half, and then we stopped and my dad dropped me off at the mall. He had business to do. So i spent about 2 1/2 hour shopping. i bought some winter boots, finally. Then i did Christmas shopping. i pretty much shopped until i knew i couldn't carry any more stuff, then i just sat and had lunch and waited. About 1.15 my dad came back for me and we headed out.
The only other thing i bought for myself was a book: Twilight. omg, so good. i read it allll the way to Ottawa (where we arrived just about 4.30pm) and i only stopped because it got too dark to read
As we crossed the border into Quebec, and the lights of Montreal became visible in the distance, i felt a hard, heavy dread sink into the pit of my stomach.
We got to Montreal about 6.45, and headed directly to the cemetery. Holy crap, it was COLD. The wind was tearing through the place like it was about to miss its first date. i mean, i live in Northern Ontario, it's pretty cold here. But it was FREEZING in that cemetery. And dark. Pitch black. So we didn't stay long. i cried a little and the tears froze in my eyelashes. Seriously. COLD.
We got back in the car and drove to my stepmom's sister's house. Kim and her husband have two kids, ages 3 1/2 and 2, and they are wild. i mean undisciplined, unstructured, totally ruling the household wild. They also have a dog my dad wants to turn into a slipper. We stayed there far too long, then left and went to the hotel.
Where we couldn't get into our room because the key didn't work. Nor did the concierge's master key. The door would. not. open. So they finally got us a different room. Geez.
Then my dad decided we should go to the bar for a drink. Okay. i planned to have juice. Get to the bar and the bar is just closing, would we like drinks to take back to our room? Yes, we did, and apparently i'd like a Smirnoff Ice.
So we went to our room, and talked, and had our drinks, and then my dad went in the bedroom and i made up the couch, and the dread returned to the pit of my stomach and instead of getting into bed, i read the rest of Twilight (have i mentioned yet? soooo good). Eventually i did sleep a bit.
This is going to take forever to tell! i just can't figure out which parts to leave out.
Saturday morning dawned cold and clear. We had breakfast in the hotel (waffle smothered in fruit, mmmm). We went to the strip mall across the street and into the bookstore, where i bought New Moon and considered the other two books but decided i was too cheap since they're still in hardcover. We went back to Kim's house so my dad could help her with some food she was preparing for a dinner party that night. Then we went to Ikea. i'd never been before. i picked up a few things, and i think i did pretty well for my first time given how crowded it was. We were in there about 45 minutes.
Finally it was time to visit Lorraine, the one part of the trip i'd been unequivocally looking forward to. Deb's best friend, much older than she was. Lorraine (75) and Bob (78) are the kind of older people everyone should know. They're so funny. Bob needs a walker now. Lorraine calls it his Cadillac. She says she regrets not buying him one of those recliners with the "jet boosters" in them. While giving me the tour of their new condo, Lorraine tells me the story of how she bought the king sized bed along with the condo from an 82-year-old woman, only it turned out to be two twin beds pushed together. "Can you believe that old lady screwed me?!" she gasps.
Lorraine makes me happy and sad at the same time. Kissing me goodbye she begs me to come back and visit soon. If i lived nearer i would happily visit her every week just for the pleasure of her company.
She makes me miss Debbie.
Leaving Lorraine and Bob's over an hour later than planned, we head towards my sister Lisa's house in Mirabel.
Lisa and i never got along as teenagers. She's not quite two years older than me, and we were polar opposites in everything. i never took my nose out of a book, she wouldn't read anything. i didn't smoke or drink or get in trouble, she did it all. We loved each other, after a fashion, but we didn't like each other much. She only lived here for a couple of years before she moved back to Montreal to live with her dad.
It's getting late... i will continue tomorrow. Good night everyone.
Oh, here is a picture of Deb. It's one of my favourite pictures of her, on a cruise with my Dad the year before she died. She looks so happy.
We drove about an hour and a half, and then we stopped and my dad dropped me off at the mall. He had business to do. So i spent about 2 1/2 hour shopping. i bought some winter boots, finally. Then i did Christmas shopping. i pretty much shopped until i knew i couldn't carry any more stuff, then i just sat and had lunch and waited. About 1.15 my dad came back for me and we headed out.
The only other thing i bought for myself was a book: Twilight. omg, so good. i read it allll the way to Ottawa (where we arrived just about 4.30pm) and i only stopped because it got too dark to read
As we crossed the border into Quebec, and the lights of Montreal became visible in the distance, i felt a hard, heavy dread sink into the pit of my stomach.
We got to Montreal about 6.45, and headed directly to the cemetery. Holy crap, it was COLD. The wind was tearing through the place like it was about to miss its first date. i mean, i live in Northern Ontario, it's pretty cold here. But it was FREEZING in that cemetery. And dark. Pitch black. So we didn't stay long. i cried a little and the tears froze in my eyelashes. Seriously. COLD.
We got back in the car and drove to my stepmom's sister's house. Kim and her husband have two kids, ages 3 1/2 and 2, and they are wild. i mean undisciplined, unstructured, totally ruling the household wild. They also have a dog my dad wants to turn into a slipper. We stayed there far too long, then left and went to the hotel.
Where we couldn't get into our room because the key didn't work. Nor did the concierge's master key. The door would. not. open. So they finally got us a different room. Geez.
Then my dad decided we should go to the bar for a drink. Okay. i planned to have juice. Get to the bar and the bar is just closing, would we like drinks to take back to our room? Yes, we did, and apparently i'd like a Smirnoff Ice.
So we went to our room, and talked, and had our drinks, and then my dad went in the bedroom and i made up the couch, and the dread returned to the pit of my stomach and instead of getting into bed, i read the rest of Twilight (have i mentioned yet? soooo good). Eventually i did sleep a bit.
This is going to take forever to tell! i just can't figure out which parts to leave out.
Saturday morning dawned cold and clear. We had breakfast in the hotel (waffle smothered in fruit, mmmm). We went to the strip mall across the street and into the bookstore, where i bought New Moon and considered the other two books but decided i was too cheap since they're still in hardcover. We went back to Kim's house so my dad could help her with some food she was preparing for a dinner party that night. Then we went to Ikea. i'd never been before. i picked up a few things, and i think i did pretty well for my first time given how crowded it was. We were in there about 45 minutes.
Finally it was time to visit Lorraine, the one part of the trip i'd been unequivocally looking forward to. Deb's best friend, much older than she was. Lorraine (75) and Bob (78) are the kind of older people everyone should know. They're so funny. Bob needs a walker now. Lorraine calls it his Cadillac. She says she regrets not buying him one of those recliners with the "jet boosters" in them. While giving me the tour of their new condo, Lorraine tells me the story of how she bought the king sized bed along with the condo from an 82-year-old woman, only it turned out to be two twin beds pushed together. "Can you believe that old lady screwed me?!" she gasps.
Lorraine makes me happy and sad at the same time. Kissing me goodbye she begs me to come back and visit soon. If i lived nearer i would happily visit her every week just for the pleasure of her company.
She makes me miss Debbie.
Leaving Lorraine and Bob's over an hour later than planned, we head towards my sister Lisa's house in Mirabel.
Lisa and i never got along as teenagers. She's not quite two years older than me, and we were polar opposites in everything. i never took my nose out of a book, she wouldn't read anything. i didn't smoke or drink or get in trouble, she did it all. We loved each other, after a fashion, but we didn't like each other much. She only lived here for a couple of years before she moved back to Montreal to live with her dad.
It's getting late... i will continue tomorrow. Good night everyone.
Oh, here is a picture of Deb. It's one of my favourite pictures of her, on a cruise with my Dad the year before she died. She looks so happy.
confused3 i had french toast). Then we went (big surprise) BACK to Kim's again to say goodbye. Somehow "goodbye" lasted about 45 minutes, but oh well. 
Soon enough we were stopping to buy some flowers and then heading back to the cemetery.
She had a friend visiting for the weekend and seemed to have a good time, and i overheard her talking with my aunts at Christmas dinner on Sunday night about Florida, so she must be excited. i gave her a robe, a Tinker Bell rain jacket, and a pink Disney shirt for her birthday along with the Mickey luggage tags i'd bought, and she seemed to like them. Hopefully the t-shirts go over well, too.
Hopefully it won't be too terribly long until you get to see each other again!
