Feast= heaps and heaps and more heaps of food of all sorts. More food than any event or buffet you've ever attended.
I couldn't help but notice that in amongst the beaver/bear/goose/dumplings/macaroni salad/whitefish/moose... there was not a veggie to be seen.
I like this food culture.
Ugh.
I haven't written much lately, because I haven't needed to vent about my personal life (and as for work... well, stress overload meant not wanting to vent).
I was zen, especially with the spring weather. Accept, move on, move forward.
And then, of course....
Here I am.
You try to ignore people, you get reproached for being mean. You try to correct it by then being nice.... forget that, you get criticized anyway.
You try to be the bigger person in a nasty conflict.... and then of course, someone has to interject something and ruin that nice zen bubble.
I really just want to scream at someone to butt out. Where do people get this overwhelming desire to meddle? Why interfere? I know perfectly well, without help, that this is one of those conflicts where you just walk away, cut your losses. Sure, there's some awkwardness out of it, but with time here winding down, what does it really matter?
Do I hate? No. Do I despise? A little. Am I hurt and on the defensive? Well, what bitch isn't?
Why should I be the one to accept 100% of the blame, giving someone the satisfaction of thinking they are a victim, when they're not? Why keep getting attempts a civility slammed in my face?
Honestly, it's not a person that I miss being friends with. Nor is it someone I enjoyed being friends with, nor is it someone I would have maintained contact with after the North (there are very few of those, truthbetold).
Someone far wiser than me, having heard the truth (aka, both sides) of this conflict, and knowing both me and The Rat, clearly told me to walk away and cut my losses.
So why on earth am I home alone crying? Because I just got lectured by someone who has a fair share of animosity for me and a hardcore alcoholic? really, though?
If I'm being brutally honest... I'm pretty sure that's the longest/farthest I've ever walked. 10 KM roundtrip is probably a record for me on foot.
I have one exhausted puppy, too.
Forgot my camera, so no pics. Next time....
Where to next year?
Chisasibi?
Waswanipi (leaning towards it)
Back to Sherby? (I wish)
Korea (dog complications)...
Sigh
These long days are wonderful.
Writing a huge, long blog post on a future project that I will post sometime this week or weekend.
Promise.
Dear Southern Quebec.... it's warmer here, and has barely rained all spring (ok, there was a tiny bit of snow at 6:30 AM Sunday, but quand-meme).
It smelled like salt water at high tide. Maine, soon....
I don't really have much to say these days.
I made some ceramic eyeballs at pottery this week. And intend to make some mugs next week.
7 has shrunk to 6; in a month from now I'll be starting my least favorite activity in the world: packing everything I own into boxes, yet again.
25 degrees and sunny.
Summer in the North.
When I got here Monday at noon, the river across the street was still frozen. The breakup happened that afternoon... but the next AM, the ice was far out on the Bay.
SUMMER!
Achoo.
+1 for the North: little or no birch or poplar trees, after one of the worst days of my life down South.
Other notes:
+1 for Air Creebec: they let us skip the security lineup and go straight thru at Dorval after checking our dogs. And then came to tell us personally at the back of the plane that they were safely boarded.
-1 for forgetting there is no such thing as a "smooth ride" on a northern plane, and stowing my Gravol UNDER the plane.
+1 for sitting in the backseat so that everytime the plane stopped and turned off, the dogs would howl as they could hear us 3 feet away, annoying Passenger Donkey
-1 for not getting a chance to tell Security that the Donkey was up to smthg fishy
+1 for the fact my puppy just played DDR.
-1 for getting to airport at last possible minute and not getting a last Timmy's coffee.
That's about it.
