I came home for the weekend. I went out to Farmer's Market with my mom yesterday (Saturday). Then there was this little community dinner thingy I had to go to. The food wasn't too bad. I had cravings for guitar-play but, lacking a guitar in Peterborough, took it out on the piano instead. As a result, I now have a song idea that I'd like to experiment with when I get back to Toronto.
I woke up around 9am today. I had my alarm set for 7:30 because me and my dad wanted to get up early and enjoy the morning out. We used to do that on Sundays long ago. i completely forgot about that. We would be the only ones awake early in the morning and he didn't work on Sunday. This is when I was around 10 years old, mind you: we'd head out to McDonalds for breakfast (egg sandwich of some sort) and then we'd go to the flea market and look at all the neat stuff there. I'd occasionally buy some hockey cards or a toy or an SNES game or something. But mostly we'd just go to look at all the stuff.
In the years before that, he'd cook up something fun in the kitchen. Always creative, my father.
Today I got up at 9am and realized that I had slept in. Immediately I worried that he had woken up and was waiting for me, so I forced myself up and headed downstairs to find my grandma on the couch, eating breakfast after having come back from a really nice walk outside. She likes to go out walking early in the morning before there's cars or other people out; the serenity of our area really appeals to her, especially when it's all covered in frost early in the morning, when the Sun is just starting to peek behind the treeline, when everything is still and waiting for her. We seem to have similar ideas of "pleasant".
Shortly after heading down and listening to my grandmother recount her early morning walk (making me wish I was there, mind you) my dad came down; we had woken up around the same time. We had about 45 minutes to go out and come back, since an electrician was supposed to show up around 10am. So I drove us to the grocery store via the backroads, where the hilly paths provided a nice view of farmlands and their bordering houses off in the distance with field after field of yellow-orange partially-frozen grass. It was nice. Short and a little late into the morning, but still frosty and nice.
And the world is like a shining diamond, the way it glitters if you polish it righ
t Upon returning home, i took some pictures in the front yard, which I may or may not post later. I also nabbed some shots of Pedro playing with his new toy: a weighted ball with a group of feathers attached by velcro. I was originally going to return by bus to Toronto, but my parents have someone they need to visit and are giving me a ride back. I hope i can get a refund from Greyhound with minimal fuss.
Oh yeah. I was playing some Vagrant Story on my good ol' trusty and still functioning PlayStation 1 last night. I reached a boss fight during the summer and stopped playing. A god damned Wyvern (ie: dragon) kept one-hit-killing me with some crazyass fire breath move. I eventually figured out how to beat her. And then I beat her again. And then again, one more time. Man, it felt good to conquer her ass over and over. And then i saved and stopped playing. :P
And now, I must poop.