So I decided I was going to the family cottage this weekend. For those unaware, this is in northern sask and so is an eight hour drive. generally it goes fairly smoothly... this time, notsomuch.
Parents phone me friday morning to tell me they couldn't leave until sat so I was to make sure I had my key. I did... I thought. Forward to Saturday at 5pm... an hour away I call the parents to see where they are. They had been delayed and so hadn't started the trip. Kinda inconvenient, given that I was kinda going to hang out with them and this meant that I would spend Canada Day eve alone and without internet.
Get to the cottage. key doesn't work. No problem... there's a hidden spare. Alas, that key also doesn't work due to a replacement of the mechanism being done last summer and the spare wasn't replaced also. Oops.
Forward to me trying to break into the kitchen window in broad daylight with 2/3 neighbors present in plain view of the only road through the townsite (which, as you might imagine, is busy in a park town on a long weekend).
I try for about half an hour and after the fourth police cruiser goes by in 10 minutes I decide to go to the pizza place to regroup. If you're ever in Waskasiu, SK go to Pete's Pizza. It is so good your head a'splode. Volcano especially. Good enough to help me ignore the growing suspicion I had I was going to be sleeping with my bass in the car.
Eventually I decided to go back and try once more, this time managing to get in. Late, but I did get to while away the twilight hours with my upright bass so it wasn`t a complete loss.
From then on it was all that a trip to the cottage should be; leisurely walks to the grocery store to grab a breakfast sausage roll and check out the beach, trip or two to aforementioned beach and a round of golf. It is definately a nice, more relaxed pace of life than the one I find myself following in the city... a pity I had to leave it after just a day and a half.
I must someday work it so I have more than two days up there... I am envious of the two weeks my parents are going to spend up there while I roast away in my house down here.
Parents phone me friday morning to tell me they couldn't leave until sat so I was to make sure I had my key. I did... I thought. Forward to Saturday at 5pm... an hour away I call the parents to see where they are. They had been delayed and so hadn't started the trip. Kinda inconvenient, given that I was kinda going to hang out with them and this meant that I would spend Canada Day eve alone and without internet.
Get to the cottage. key doesn't work. No problem... there's a hidden spare. Alas, that key also doesn't work due to a replacement of the mechanism being done last summer and the spare wasn't replaced also. Oops.
Forward to me trying to break into the kitchen window in broad daylight with 2/3 neighbors present in plain view of the only road through the townsite (which, as you might imagine, is busy in a park town on a long weekend).
I try for about half an hour and after the fourth police cruiser goes by in 10 minutes I decide to go to the pizza place to regroup. If you're ever in Waskasiu, SK go to Pete's Pizza. It is so good your head a'splode. Volcano especially. Good enough to help me ignore the growing suspicion I had I was going to be sleeping with my bass in the car.
Eventually I decided to go back and try once more, this time managing to get in. Late, but I did get to while away the twilight hours with my upright bass so it wasn`t a complete loss.
From then on it was all that a trip to the cottage should be; leisurely walks to the grocery store to grab a breakfast sausage roll and check out the beach, trip or two to aforementioned beach and a round of golf. It is definately a nice, more relaxed pace of life than the one I find myself following in the city... a pity I had to leave it after just a day and a half.
I must someday work it so I have more than two days up there... I am envious of the two weeks my parents are going to spend up there while I roast away in my house down here.
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thank you for vouching that my boobs are not too white but they are pretty veiny. that sounds gross but it's really not, i swear.