Journey North

It was a quiet day, until the alarm on my mom’s cell phone went off at nine. I only went to bed after 2:00 AM. This may be a shocking tidbit, but I have no freaking clue how to work a cell phone. I don’t own one, I don’t want one, I don’t like using them, I don’t care what the excuse is. I stared around my room dumbly for a moment. Then I realized the beeping wouldn’t stop on its own. I stumbled out of bed, flipped it open and turned it off completely. How it got turned on is still beyond me. Why there was an alarm at all is equally a mystery. I stumbled back up the stairs to bed thinking that was the end of that dilemma. I was wrong. My sister called about an hour later. After that I decided to just get up.

Eventually she got home and we almost instantly set out on a forty minute drive even farther north to a provincial park where my parents are camping. They love their trailer. I don’t. It freaks me out. For a trailer it’s pretty big. For me to live in, it’s just not going to happen. I was alright for a while but come six o’clock, the beginnings of a panic attack were setting in. Because neither of us wanted to stay the night (me because I get extremely claustrophobic and my sister because of her social life) we left at 7:30.

In between that time, my mother took me on a short hike to their campground. We played cards which as always was... unnerving. My sister turns into Monica from Friends but with an equal amount of silly thrown in. My mom gets silly and usually plays along. I usually joke around a bit and get a headache. My dad just watches us, shakes his head and says very little. The same goes for movie watching except my sister drops the Monica and becomes very clingy and cuddly and harasses our mom. Anyone within twenty or a hundred feet must think we’re insane. But that’s just another day in our family. For the most part I find our insanity amusing.

We left the park with a stern warning against moose. My parents repeated and explained to us the benefits of driving behind transports. In short: Moose are big, your car is not. Transports are big. Let them hit the moose. We didn’t see moose. I did see a partridge, possibly the dumbest animal to walk the planet, or the most suicidal, I haven’t decided. The partridge was only in the pear tree because it couldn’t remember how to get down. Trust me. My sister saw a deer. When we got home we both saw a sleepy kitty we’d just awakened.

That was my day. I wish I could have slept more. Feasts always knock the energy out of me. Alas! There is work to be done! I have to do some writing today.

Lauren.