Halifax...
... was a decent trip. Much longer than I'd intended for it to be, which means I got no work done today. But don't care much about that.
Outside of the drive in, the car bits were sort of a reminder of our proximity to mortality at any given point. Us being the human race. Twice, people were driving toward me in my own lane. Once, a man was paying no heed to his red light and almost made a left turn into me. And then, on the way home, between the weather and my crap headlights, I was largely blind (especially with oncoming traffic on the highway). I don't remember it being this bad when we were driving through Quebec, though there's no question that the craptacular weather had something to do with it. (Reminiscent of our early New Brunswich trip, a little bit, only with oncoming traffic to blind you with the glare.) Anyway. *shudders*
Right as we were entering Wolfville, too, we drove over gods-know-what -- either the pothole to end all potholes, or like a chunk of asphalt, or something that my headlights weren't kind enough to pick out on the road -- and there was quite the resounding 'thunk' with that. It felt a little like we went into a dip, and I seriously wonder if something didn't hit the bottom of my car. I'm going to look tomorrow. There's no point in attempting an inspection tonight, in the dark and the rain.
(Very, very hard not to call Sarah once I got home just to tell her I love her. But I called her in Halifax. And I am indeed fine. And she needs sleep. I think it's just that post-quasi-crisis thing kicking in. I'm not entirely used to dealing with it, 'cause I'm very hard to scare, in any sort of deep way. And I'm once again very, very glad that I keep calm under tense situations. Nerves on the highway would've sucked ass, tonight.)
Anyway. All that aside, it was a decent trip. I now have red sweatpants and a pair of black dress pants that I actually like, and that actually fit. Not only will band concerts be a little less bothersome for this, but I can actually go out to somewhat more formal occasions in something other than jeans. Spectacular! For twenty dollars, too. I'm a little ashamed to say that they're from the Gap, but... Karen and Sarah were in there, and I was following and telling them about the 'Gap Corners' game, and then there were these pants for twenty dollars, and then I apparently am a Gap size 8 (I still think variable sizing is the most ridiculous way ever to try and decide which clothes fit and which don't - measurements, damn it!), and voila. Kat has dress pants.
And now I need to sleep, 'cause I am freakin' exhausted.
Oh, and only get 5000$ from the RESP. Which means that I'm going to have to have a good, long look at finances to see if Christmas in Minnesota will be doable or not. Gah. I'm hoping to find some way to make it work. Guess we'll see what goes down.
Outside of the drive in, the car bits were sort of a reminder of our proximity to mortality at any given point. Us being the human race. Twice, people were driving toward me in my own lane. Once, a man was paying no heed to his red light and almost made a left turn into me. And then, on the way home, between the weather and my crap headlights, I was largely blind (especially with oncoming traffic on the highway). I don't remember it being this bad when we were driving through Quebec, though there's no question that the craptacular weather had something to do with it. (Reminiscent of our early New Brunswich trip, a little bit, only with oncoming traffic to blind you with the glare.) Anyway. *shudders*
Right as we were entering Wolfville, too, we drove over gods-know-what -- either the pothole to end all potholes, or like a chunk of asphalt, or something that my headlights weren't kind enough to pick out on the road -- and there was quite the resounding 'thunk' with that. It felt a little like we went into a dip, and I seriously wonder if something didn't hit the bottom of my car. I'm going to look tomorrow. There's no point in attempting an inspection tonight, in the dark and the rain.
(Very, very hard not to call Sarah once I got home just to tell her I love her. But I called her in Halifax. And I am indeed fine. And she needs sleep. I think it's just that post-quasi-crisis thing kicking in. I'm not entirely used to dealing with it, 'cause I'm very hard to scare, in any sort of deep way. And I'm once again very, very glad that I keep calm under tense situations. Nerves on the highway would've sucked ass, tonight.)
Anyway. All that aside, it was a decent trip. I now have red sweatpants and a pair of black dress pants that I actually like, and that actually fit. Not only will band concerts be a little less bothersome for this, but I can actually go out to somewhat more formal occasions in something other than jeans. Spectacular! For twenty dollars, too. I'm a little ashamed to say that they're from the Gap, but... Karen and Sarah were in there, and I was following and telling them about the 'Gap Corners' game, and then there were these pants for twenty dollars, and then I apparently am a Gap size 8 (I still think variable sizing is the most ridiculous way ever to try and decide which clothes fit and which don't - measurements, damn it!), and voila. Kat has dress pants.
And now I need to sleep, 'cause I am freakin' exhausted.
Oh, and only get 5000$ from the RESP. Which means that I'm going to have to have a good, long look at finances to see if Christmas in Minnesota will be doable or not. Gah. I'm hoping to find some way to make it work. Guess we'll see what goes down.