It's gonna be...
A quiet weekend at home. That's what. For the past...2 or 3 weekends, I've been gone nearly the entire weekend. I've got stuff I need to catch up on - like laundry and cleaning my fish tank. It looks as though it'll be super sunny and nice this weekend as well, so I'm also hoping to get in a bit of suntanning. Not a lot, cuz I don't want a burn, but I would like to sit in the sun with a good book.
On another note, my grandma is coming in today from Vancouver to visit. She used to live out here, but she moved in with my aunt and uncle when the house she lived in here in Abbotsford got to be too much for her to handle all by herself. So she's coming to visit for the weekend - thankfully I'm not getting kicked out of my room like I have been the other times she's come to visit; Grandma is staying with one of her friends, instead. It'll be nice to see her, though - it's been at least 3 months since she was last out for a visit.
It's really weird, not having her living out here in her big old house with the blue shag carpeting in the front hall, the dining room and the sitting room, and the orange and brown shag carpet in the bedroom AND the bathroom. Well...her bathroom, anyway. The main bathroom had one wall decorated with this blue and lime green rose wallpaper, and the rest painted a light blue. All the ceilings were that stalactite stuff with sparkles in it.
The kitchen was the seventies orange and brown. Flowers again, I think. Sparkles in the ceiling. Galley style. It opened up onto the living room, that had a huge vaulted ceiling. Sliding glass doors opened up onto what my grandma called the "veranda". A long, narrow porch that ran the width of the back of the house. My cousins and I would go out there and run back and forth, chasing each other and having races with my grandpa before he passed away. When we were little, of course.
The dining room was small, but open. A large white stone double fireplace separated it from the sitting room. Teal/blue shag carpeting throughout. Over the dining room table was a large crystal chandelier, and on the wall that separated the dining room and the kitchen and living room, there was a curio cabinet full of glass figurines and old pictures. On the other side, against the fireplaces, was a cabinet that we now have in our dining room, that used to be littered with the graduation pictures of all her grandchildren.
My grandpa's office was also on the main floor. We weren't really allowed to go in there much, but it was pretty plain. Just a desk and chair, a fold-out couch...a typewriter. Filing cabinets. But downstairs was where all us kids would hang out. There was a big room downstairs with a foosball table in it (which we now have in our garage), a couch, and this really really old tv that didn't work, but whenever it was turned on and then back off again, swirls of colour would appear in the center of the screen. I remember sitting there playing with that tv almost every time we went over there. At least when I was younger. When we all got older, we'd retreat down there to have foosball tournaments.
I miss the Christmas breakfasts we used to have there with all my mom's family. Whole wheat pancakes (my grandma's recipe), sausages, bacon, ham...we'd get there at about 930 or so and stay for most of Christmas day. Then we'd go home and mom would start turkey dinner. Mmmm...turkey dinner....We still have the dinner at our house, but our mornings are all quiet and relaxed now. It's weird.
On another note, my grandma is coming in today from Vancouver to visit. She used to live out here, but she moved in with my aunt and uncle when the house she lived in here in Abbotsford got to be too much for her to handle all by herself. So she's coming to visit for the weekend - thankfully I'm not getting kicked out of my room like I have been the other times she's come to visit; Grandma is staying with one of her friends, instead. It'll be nice to see her, though - it's been at least 3 months since she was last out for a visit.
It's really weird, not having her living out here in her big old house with the blue shag carpeting in the front hall, the dining room and the sitting room, and the orange and brown shag carpet in the bedroom AND the bathroom. Well...her bathroom, anyway. The main bathroom had one wall decorated with this blue and lime green rose wallpaper, and the rest painted a light blue. All the ceilings were that stalactite stuff with sparkles in it.
The kitchen was the seventies orange and brown. Flowers again, I think. Sparkles in the ceiling. Galley style. It opened up onto the living room, that had a huge vaulted ceiling. Sliding glass doors opened up onto what my grandma called the "veranda". A long, narrow porch that ran the width of the back of the house. My cousins and I would go out there and run back and forth, chasing each other and having races with my grandpa before he passed away. When we were little, of course.
The dining room was small, but open. A large white stone double fireplace separated it from the sitting room. Teal/blue shag carpeting throughout. Over the dining room table was a large crystal chandelier, and on the wall that separated the dining room and the kitchen and living room, there was a curio cabinet full of glass figurines and old pictures. On the other side, against the fireplaces, was a cabinet that we now have in our dining room, that used to be littered with the graduation pictures of all her grandchildren.
My grandpa's office was also on the main floor. We weren't really allowed to go in there much, but it was pretty plain. Just a desk and chair, a fold-out couch...a typewriter. Filing cabinets. But downstairs was where all us kids would hang out. There was a big room downstairs with a foosball table in it (which we now have in our garage), a couch, and this really really old tv that didn't work, but whenever it was turned on and then back off again, swirls of colour would appear in the center of the screen. I remember sitting there playing with that tv almost every time we went over there. At least when I was younger. When we all got older, we'd retreat down there to have foosball tournaments.
I miss the Christmas breakfasts we used to have there with all my mom's family. Whole wheat pancakes (my grandma's recipe), sausages, bacon, ham...we'd get there at about 930 or so and stay for most of Christmas day. Then we'd go home and mom would start turkey dinner. Mmmm...turkey dinner....We still have the dinner at our house, but our mornings are all quiet and relaxed now. It's weird.