Sunday, July 10, 2005

Day 7: July 8th 2005 - Week-end Escape!

Today was a pretty hectic day at work. The project I'm working on is in full swing now. My manager had taken his first day off in a year so it added to the craziness but it was still manageable.

We had a meeting set for 9:30am and so Jay who was acting manager and Lynda who was going to show me how to set up for the meeting left early that morning so they would be here WAY before the meeting. Unfortunately fate had other plans. There were two fatal accidents on two separate GO Train lines that morning so both Jay and Lynda were late. They sent emails from their blackberrys letting us know they could be late for the meeting.

They ended up arriving in enough time but we all thought it ironic since both had consciously taken the early train!

I had actually managed to arrive 15 minutes early so I was in good shape. I had everything I needed ready for the meeting.

I left work at 4:15 since I had arrived 15 minutes early and shaved 15 minutes off my lunch. I took the subway to Kipling station where Auntie Janet picked me up. We drove off to meet Jacques at work and then headed to Wellington where my Grandfather lives.

It was about a 2.5 hour drive there. It rained a lot of the way. We arrived there at about 8:00pm and went for dinner with Grandpa and Shirley. We had a nice visit over dinner and headed back to the house around 10pm.

I took a walk around the house just to see what it looks like now. So much has changed since I was there last at the age of 16. Well for one my Grandma was still alive then. The house has changed though. They have livened it up a bit and things seem less crowded. There were still many, many paintings on the walls even though the house is no longer an art gallery. I found one of my grandpa's paintings hanging above the landing to the upstairs. A bird bath now sits in the spot the sculpture used to be in the backyard. I knew it was gone though it was stolen ages ago by some loser. I still remember what it looked like.

I slept that night in Auntie Janet's old bedroom with the sound of Lake Ontario's waves crashing against the shore.

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