Lots has been going on this weekend, so I’ve got lots of little stories to tell. Yesterday, being Canada Day, Jenn and I celebrated by packing up our worldly goods. But that didn’t last too long. After a short while we hopped on our bikes and headed down to the market to pick up some snack things for lunch and then rode over to Jenn’s sister’s place. We spent most of the afternoon there, hanging out on the patio enjoying the light breeze and relatively humidity free day.

When the thunder started rolling we jumped back on our bikes and rode home. We got home about ten minutes before the skies opened, so that was good. What was bad was that Dave Wolframe (who was in town and going to meet us for supper) called just as we got in and told us he and his girlfriend (Jen with one n) were going to walk to our place from the market to meet us. The arrived a half hour later quite soaked. After coming in for a bit and drying out we headed out for dinner at the Lone Star and out for a round of mini-putt. Here are the scores…

Darren: 48 (Woo-hoo! Broke the 50 mark—thanks to three holes-in-one!)
Dave: 61 (We were calling him “Steady Dave, Two-Stroke” until he fell apart on the back nine.)
Jen: 71 (Golf isn’t her game.)
Jenn: 52 (Close but no cigar, baby!)

We went out for ice-cream afterwards and then after cooling off in the old basement apartment wandered down the canal to watch the fireworks. Highlights of the show were the “exploding planet,” “happy face,” “heart” and the one that rocketed up to the plane that was flying around and exploded right on top of it. Of course, it only looked like that from our angle, the plane was much further away, but the effect was cool and got a good reaction from the crowd.

Today our friend Gining took us out for Dim Sum in Chinatown. Perhaps we went a little heavy on the shrimp dishes and too light on the pork ones. In my opinion, it’s always better to err on the side of pork. Regardless, it was a great meal and we finished off by wandering down to one of the Bubble Tea houses down the street.

Now, we’re back at home with some more boxes from the LCBO—empty, to pack with and that’s probably what the remainder of our weekend will be like. Oh, and I’m finding that neverending falling thing to be quite mesmerizing—and funny—and weird.