The truth about our "camp"

Well, seems as though being an Easterner is fairly identifiable when the term "camp" is used to describe our trailer. Heard my father use the term today and was called out as an Easterner immediately.

Anyhow, here's the real story of our first weekend at the camp.

We arrived to find our 1979 trailer had a leaky skylight. Yes, this was immediately repairable with duct tape, so we could stay the weekend. We were so excited!

On Saturday, dad decided to get the hot water working. In doing so, we flooded twice (massively) and were just thrilled to get back to where we started . . . running water, albeit cold.

We discovered there are public hot showers, but my daughters also discovered that when you turn the handle the wrong way to turn the water off . . . the handle comes off and water sprays everywhere!

Sunday was relatively uneventful. The trailer is in Mansfield (near Alliston) and we decided to go searching for a buffet to make Dad happy. Found one in Barrie!

Went for a walk with my daughter on Monday, whom I was able to buy a nice pair of rubber boots for on Saturday at Canadian Tire, but their stock was basically gone so although she was dry, my sneakers are still drying I think. Here's an idea of the depth of the water on the "path".

Monday, however, my mother discovered that when you shift to get the toilet paper, the water attachment comes off the toilet and gives a mighty fine spray. Fortunately, my handy father "fixed" it so that when I went, I discovered it to be the coldest bidet I've ever used (also the ONLY bidet I've ever used).

I actually questioned my mother as to whether she had been praying for patience again or something. Seems that every time one of us prays for patience, God tests it. I guess He just decided last weekend was a good time for a pop quiz.

Can't wait to go back tomorrow!!

Future Beautician

Well, my parents bought a trailer and we had our first weekend together in it last week. As it was bloody cold, we had to entertain ourselves indoors. My youngest, Shannon, decided to help my father with his hair.

Isn't she talented?

I take it back!

I think I'd rather be working this week! What a week it has been. Between my two girls they've had five medical appointments of one type or another, three soccer practices, track and field practice, two badminton practices after school and a tournament on Friday, not to mention the soccer tournament in Lincoln this weekend!

Add to all that my parents bought a trailer last weekend so Mom and I have been madly trying to get things in place to get it set up, I babysat Mercy on Monday while Jen and Nadja were in hospital, plus I've been getting ready for a big fund-raising gig this Saturday (where I will run after Shannon's second game on Saturday in Lincoln).

So much for this week of "vacation".

Bad things in threes?

So, of course this was my last week of work, but I got a call on Tuesday that there was an opening for a minor day surgery, I've been waiting for, on Wednesday. I took the day off (again, in my last week) for the surgery. All went well and I was home by 10:30. I had a small nap and awoke to a call from Shannon's school that she had a lunchtime soccer injury and couldn't walk. I loaded her (read lifted) into the car and brought her home. I THEN had an appointment with my GP. I mentioned Shannon's injury and he told me not to take it lightly so I spent 6 1/2 hours in emerg to find out it was really a muscle thing. Needless to say, my day off was long and miserable.

Top this off with a visit to the walk in clinic yesterday with Shannon to find I'm more educated about asthma than the doctor.

NOW . . . my 2 month old niece Nadja has been admitted to hospital with pneumonia or something similar.

Please pray for Nadja that she heals and is released in good time.

Oh, I wish I were eight again!!!!

Happily unemployed!

So, here it is Sunday night (or Monday morning, depending on how you look at it) and I am here under the premise that I do NOT have to get up early to go to work. I am now officially unemployed and have two weeks (potentially . . . another story here) before I start school.

I am very eager about the education part, but poverty isn't at all appealing!

I must be crazy!