Whew, so there has been some blog guilt over the past week. I figure I'll mainly get to post on weekends as that's when I have free time... I didn't post at all last weekend, and if I don't post soon I definitely run the risk of being one of those unreliable bloggers. Last weekend though I have a good excuse, I took a long overdue trip to St Albert to visit my sister. One of the worst things about living out west is how far away from family we are. There are no long weekend visits, no big family meals on holidays, no help with sunday projects, no lazy weekends at the shore. The upside is there are no impromptu visits on a Friday afternoon when your house is a mess because you gave up around Tuesday with trying to keep up with dishes, laundry and pet fur. I can't even imagine having children without the vast network of grandparents, great grandparents, aunts and uncles to use for babysitting and other sanity related pawning offness. Luckily my sissy and bro-in-law are only about four hours away. It's still not really close enough. I think a two hour distance would be the perfect buffer - time enough to throw the dishes into the dishwasher and swiffer everything in sight. The four hour drive definitely takes a large chunk out of an average two day weekend. Not to mention northern Alberta is B-O-R-I-N-G. It's full of trees and pretty darn flat. The highlights on the drive are the tim hortons' in Valleyview and Whitecourt. But when I need a dose of family closeness she is where I turn to.
I don't really have a topic today. This work week didn't really include a bunch of deep thoughts to throw out at the universe. Now it is the long weekend. It worked out this year that husband dearest works every single long weekend this summer. Other than the May long weekend, that is, which we did go camping on and it for once didn't snow. Now this September long weekend is here and I am longing to go camping one last time like everyone else is. It really makes me want a little cottage somewhere. Nothing fancy, even a lot to permanently park a camper would do. Just somewhere to go when it's just me and the dog for the weekend, or so hubby and I have two days off together we don't spend such a large chuck of time packing up, hooking up, driving with, and setting up the camper. Right now I imagine myself writing this blog (hmm, so i have power and wifi now at the camp?) in an Adirondack chair, on the edge of a boat dock (we may have a boat now too) sipping a coffee and listening to loons. I think that's the next big dream. A vacation cottage (alright, I want plumbing too) that we can get away and relax at (it also never needs maintenance, lawn care or cleaning).
Instead I am at home, looking at a house that also has been neglected for two weeks. Maybe the next big dream should be for an in house maid?
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