So I haven’t written much here lately, not counting the obligatory plug for my choir’s concert, but my life hasn’t been entirely dull. Shannon and I spent last week in New Brunswick, visiting a friend who lives beside the Bay of Fundy and works in the national park there. It was great to be out of the city for a little, and it was nice to be there in the off-season, too. Her village increases in size by two order of magnitude in July and August; I’m sure it’s nice then too but we were looking for peace and quiet. We went hiking, walked on the beach, and breathed a whole lot of clean ocean air. Oh, and Shannon ate a lobster. She said it was good.
I walked in the door expecting to meet some of my family (brother, sister-in-law, and mom) who had planned to come visit for the weekend, but when I walked in the door I saw that even more of them (sister, brother-in-law, and cute baby nephew) were there. Shannon apparently had been busy planning when I wasn’t paying attention. I really love my family but as I don’t see them as often now that I live here it was nice to have some good long conversations over tea. They even got to see the dress rehearsal for my concert, something they’ve missed now that we don’t live in the same city.
Besides that, and various preparations for Christmas, not much else is new in our lives. Shannon’s been looking into getting out of night shifts, which would be nice, and she’s found out that she gets a week off for Christmas so we’ll be able to spend the usual several days back in Ontario with our families. Which won’t be that long from now, come to think of it. I should probably be thinking about getting ready… maybe if it hadn’t been 16°C and pouring raining all day it would have felt like winter and thus put me in the mood.
And friends in Vancouver tell me it’s snowing there. Good grief. Tell you what: you give us our weather back, and we’ll give you yours.