I know it’s summer… Not many finds time to write, read, and even less comment, me first, but as I began my vacations, a long (not so long still) month of idleness (really?) and pleasure (just not having to go to the zoo every morning is one of the best) and it rains since the beginning of the weekend or roughly, instead of depressing, I chose to get you jealous! Yes, jealous of my Sunday!
The weekend started very badly with a real boring show at Festival Just for laughs (and, no, this isn’t because it was in English, it is simply because it was zero!) I spent my Saturday tenderly wrapped in a depressed, and depressing for others, state… what didn’t do much to them, they are very strong, while I keep marinating in my spleen, the others were busy… One mowing the lawn and making the grocery, the other preparing a BBQ with friends… Meanwhile, I was sulking, I walking on the spot in my head, pulling down all the saints of the cloudy sky who made fun of me beyond the windows, beyond those gray cotton balls fulfilling my eyes with tears of impotence… Pffff! Nobody loves me!!!!!
In the evening, he decided to watch a movie… Oh no! Not another boring movie! I am legend… It’s about the end of the world caused by a vaccine that should be the cure for cancer… Joyful, is not to say… But I have let myself be taken by the story and I finally liked it, although I could be as happy with less dehumanized monsters screaming like wild beasts… This film reminded me of 28 days and 28 weeks later and also the Resident Evil series and I wonder if it is part of Western new fears, this wave of films with all more or less the same scenario… But I can not answer this question for the moment, as my sampling is not varied enough to be used for statistical purposes…
After the movie finished, we had a little discussion about what will be our future… No, not this tomorrow provided by these movies, but more simply, our Sunday, the day after this boring to die Saturday … and he had suddenly the idea of suggesting a visit to the Eastern Townships… because of the small leaflet we kept from our spring visit to the Botanical Garden, where we had found Mrs. BigButt… I did yea, yea… we’ll see tomorrow… and then we slept on that…
This Sunday morning, 7 am…… Been brutally awoke… with kisses and cuddles, but at that time of the day, on a Sunday, when I began my vacation, it’s still brutal… Yes, even if the latte was waiting patiently for me to taste it… I opened one eye, I opened both, and I see the gentleman with his big smile telling me that, yes, we are going in the Eastern Townships! !
Ouch! Weather is grey, rainy, what are you thinking? Grrrr!!!
I am pouting, I do a long face, it doesn’t change a thing… and by 9am, we drive towards the Tour des Arts!
We visited a few shops, buying shirts for him, a straight white cotton nightgown for me (if I had known before that this is what excites him, I would have spared a lot of money on the small blue black pink satin and lace lingerie !!!), small stuff for home…
We lunched at the marina (not terrible) and have visited a few artisans… antique furniture (difficult to transport to Montreal in a Corolla), and Highland cattle ranchers, potters that you can visit here and here, their workshop is a marvel, the walls being part of the mountain! We also purchases some oils and creams in a lavender farm before finally finding the birthplace of Mrs BigButt, a beautiful old house with a separate workshop where we found her a companion and some other more utilitarian objects, such as cups, pots sugar and milk and a serving plate, all quite original!
We came back very tired, swearing that next year we will stay there for the weekend, and bring much more money!
No, it has not rained… until we return to Montreal… ;-(((
Are you jealous, now?
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