Lead with gratitude.
The air in your lungs, the sky above you.
Proceed from there.”
― Lin-Manuel Miranda
And so goes another week.
Tuesday I worked at the golf club for a small event. A little four-hour shift. I’m jiggy wid dat. Got home and the boys were there as well. Bad mother that I am, I was a willing participant in my sons’ impromptu vodka shots and chebureki (again!) night. Aidan is on Spring break and so had his evenings free to hang out at home and things just happened. Marie-Soleil, Iain’s non-girlfriend, girl friend came over and before we knew it, it was a party. The “kids” were getting rowdy and Miss Marie Sun-Shine got ahold of my phone. Needless to say there quite a few to go through! So made this little “animation” to give an idea of the evening. I’m not a “gif” fan but apparently that’s how this puppy downloads. Sorry ’bout that!
Wednesday woke up to a winter-fricken wonderland. Ugh. I am SO done with this white stuff. Only good thing was on our walk, Zeke and I came across this bizarre little igloo-maker thingamajig… I tell ya, it was heart-attack snow to shovel as well. Yeah, that’s right. I have two adult sons who left for work and left me to shovel the shit.
Thursday morning, got a call from François L., my former boss but long-time friend, who suggested dinner at his place. Well not “his” place as he is between domiciles at this time. He is house-sitting for a friend and wanted to take advantage of his pied-à-terre. He was going to call a few others to join but with it being beyond last-minute, we ended up just three of us. I’m good with that!
But first I went for lunch with my friend Jean-Louis, who wanted to try out the Pavillon 67, “gourmet” buffet in the Montreal Casino. Ironically, my sister has been a croupier (dealer) there for the past 22 years and I’ve never been. No, not true, I went with her to change money before one of our cruises together as they had the best exchange rate – service they no longer provide. I texted her, letting her know we were there and wouldn’t you know it? She just happened to have a union meeting and was on her way there. She stopped by for a hello and introduction and was off. As for the food. Meh. I’ve seen better. Hell, J-L and I saw better in Dominican Republic last year. Gourmet is not the proper descriptive. No matter, I was there to catch up with an old friend. Next time I go through there, I’ll pick up a sammy at the sandwhich stand – they looked pretty good!
Got home, made a quick “Dad’s Wacky Cake” to bring to François’ and made it there for 5-ish.
“Dad’s Wacky Cake” remade for home
We were joined by William who was one of the line-cooks at the Club. It’s fun to be able to get together with twenty-somethings as well as sixty-somethings. We’re planning another next Monday. But this time, we should be a good 8-10 peeps. Ironically, François decided on a Chinese fondue as dinner! Ya know, like I made on the previous Saturday! Talk about all or nothing… Or never or often. Waves, baby, things happen in waves!
Will, me, François
Saturday was reserved for my niece’s vollyball team’s “bowl-a-thon”. A yearly event. What is up with this stupid “sport” that I always end up feeling for two days after? Not only that, I pulled a muscle in my hip. How in the name of all that is holy does one do that? Anyway. It’s a great occasion for the family to get-together and laugh together and at each other for our lack of prowess, for the most part, though some managed to score some big numbers, Chris in particular whupped all our butts big time! I actually did decently on one game so, I was not in total despair. Last year I did so well, I had them print out my sheet! This place is always fun because of the neon lights and music. It can’t help but put you way off your game. Yes, our story and we’re sticking to it!
Aidan was the hero of the week. He helped to clear out the basement – the carpeted side. Last week you saw the new vinyl-floored side, this week it was the clean the disgusting carpet side. This side had become the dumping ground after we had to clear out the dining room and office and, frankly, a lot of it remained piled up helter skelter. Now it was time to clear it up, move and hopefully see a difference once Aidan’s friend’s father cleaned it. Of course, this now means the vinyl side is stacked with boxes and stuff but we will now take the time to figure out what stays and what goes and what remains boxed until we move.
The mess to be cleared
I must admit, I am quite pleased with the end result. It was beyond gross, which Christopher, the cleaner, took pleasure in telling me. More than once. That will be for another post…
For now. I am feeling like things are really moving forward. I’ll be calling the real estate agent this week and see what more should be done before that “À Vendre” sign goes up!
A few of the 10,000 things that make me happy and grateful
36. Having fun with my boys – I cherish these moments most
37. Lunches with friends – catching up and just enjoying ourselves
38. Aidan – my hero for helping me clean the basement and his room
39. Clean carpet – a sign we are moving forward
40. Disco bowling – why the hell not?