Master was home this weekend. It was a long weekend here in Canada and he had an extra day off. I worked Saturday and Sunday so I was very pleased to have him home on a day when I was actually off. We made the most of the day too. Instead of puttering around and doing housework (that could be done anytime, really) we ended up getting outside and spent the day paddling around the area.
One thing I love about this area is how close we are to nature. Not skunks-in-your-garbage kind of nature either. We paddled for about half an hour and suddenly found ourselves heading up a small river that flows through town. We went under a couple of bridges but other than them, there was very little in the way of civilization to be seen. At one point the banks were so overgrown I half expected to hear banjo music. Somehow, I actually managed to avoid my annual late spring sunburn which was an added bonus.
The weather was absolutely beautiful. One problem this year is that winter keeps popping its head up and we end up getting snow, cold rain, or gloomy overcast weather. It was really lovely that it was as nice as it was on a day when everyone was off and able to enjoy themselves. In fact, I even got the summer clothing out of the storage bins in the basement. I'm willing to bet that the weather is going to be nicer from now on so hopefully getting shorts and lighter stuff out at the end of May won't jinx the weather.
We went over to my boss' house for a drink or two which was fun. She gets along really well with Master and I and its nice when you enjoy hanging out with someone both in and outside of work.
Master had made a great suggestion about having pulled pork for supper and since I make it in the crock-pot it meant that supper was ready whenever we wanted it. Then, it was the worst part of the weekend: time to say goodbye. I've gotten used to it by now but its still never easy. I know he doesn't really like going back either so the last thing I want to do is be grumpy about it. Why make him feel bad about something that isn't his fault?
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