As I sit here thinking about what to write, all I can hear is the kids upstairs getting ready for school and my cats occasionally getting into a scrape here or there.
This past weekend was thanks giving, I think it was one of my least thankful ones also. I’ve started to take a lot of things for granted I’m finding.
The weekend started off with me work Friday and Saturday evening as well as Sunday morning. I had been invited to go to a bush party Saturday night but had decided against going because of work the next day. Well it ended up that it was a good thing I didn’t go. Ended up that the party out of hand. There were some fights that got pretty bad. My friend got into the middle of one of them.
After my shift on Sunday I ended up missing my bus by less than a minute. I saw the bus stop where I needed to catch it and then drive off without me because I was across the highway and the person who had seen me less than three minutes before wouldn’t hold the bus for me. Reason for missing it after I was originally at the stop? I forgot my cell phone at work. After going back to sit around for an hour till the next bus, I catch the bus and go home (after buying some Shiraz and mojitos). Not long after I get a text from Joseph asking if I work the next day. I told him no but i was busy, so he took me for dinner at a local pub.
Monday the filter in the furnace got cleaned during the morning and then I spent the after noon and evening at my parents. I took the time in the morning to call my omma and oppa, my grandma and my aunt though. As well as my “second family”.
