I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house that big before. I always get an odd feeling visiting that particular uncle. On some level I feel like we click, but I’m never entirely comfortable. It was still nice though. Uncle #2 showed me his library (yes, an actual room dedicated to books and reading them) and we talked history. Aunt #2 made a friggin’ massive, amazing lunch. She made these pesto noodle thingies with olive oil. I don’t know what she did to them, but they were delicious. I could have eaten the whole plate but that would have been incredibly rude. My cousin eventually showed up with his new fiancée. Not that he had an old one, but I think he just proposed on Valentine’s Day. I missed the grand intro and ring inspection because I was busy peeing. Go figure. It was a nice visit though. I think I’m just awkward because I don’t really know them that well. Most of my interaction with them has happened in the last five years.
As to my shopping goals! Alas! They kind of tanked. There were indeed many larger Chapters stores here. We ended up at the one that didn’t have the book I was looking for. The clerk guy told us the store on Rideau had a copy but it wasn’t the right edition and there was no way I was going back the way we came. By that point I was at the end of my rope. Stuck in tiny car, trying to find parking in the downtown, on a Sunday before a holiday, after spending the majority of the day being social, listening to my dad making offensive remarks about drivers... Gah! He wanted to see the ice sculptures. Thing is, it rained a few days ago. I have no idea what could be left of them. I was quite happy when we got back to the home base.
The rest of the night was spent playing card games and this really neat word game called Funglish. It’s kind of like charades but with words. Like you’re given a topic and using these word tiles, you have to get everyone to guess your topic. I suck at it, but I could see how it could be really fun to have in a classroom.
Now for the answer to my riddle!
If you’re a dedicated student and travelling during your Reading Week, how might others come to know that you are in your fourth year of university?
The brown bag is the one that has my clothes in it. The black bag has my homework. God I’m sad.
We head back to the Middle of Nowhere tomorrow. Early apparently. Why must everything be done so early!? Home will still be there two hours later.