Journey Home

There isn’t going to be a lot of detail to share in this post because the vast majority of the day was spent doing one thing, returning home. I slept exceeding well the night before as I told you yesterday and Big T wanted to make me a nice breakfast before I left. It turned into some eggs on a bagel that looked strikingly like the one I crushed yesterday except with some bacon. I hauled all my many bags upstairs before seven and was ready to load the truck after eating, except it was pouring rain as I feared it would be. I had packed the larger items in the truck bed yesterday so I just had all my bags and boxes. I was able to get them all safely stowed in just three trips. I hugged my parents goodbye and set off. My first stop was for fuel and I took my time setting things up before I left from there. I got my GPS programmed, I warned some friends of my passage and route and then struck off. I arrived in North Bay not two hours later and eventually met up with She for second breakfast. She was late, but that wasn’t a shock or a hinderance to me. While I was waiting for her I got a series of nice texts from Mother thanking me for all the help I did around the property to clean things up. Those are tasks that Big T seemingly refuses to do despite their ease. We met at Syl’s Neighbourhood Kitchen and got seated immediately inside. We chatted about some inconsequential things during the meal, which was great. I got the eggs benedict, something I wouldn’t bother making at home.

After some confusion in finding the bathroom I got everything paid for as part of her birthday present and we headed outside to properly exchange gifts. I’d got her something more substantial the last couple of times so I didn’t want to overdo it this time and gave her a box of the excess Q-tips I talked about in another post as a bit of a gag, some fun bag clips for chips and such, and a bag of Franks brand red berries to keep that tradition alive. She thought the ear swabs were funny, was a bit miffed on the unicorn clips until I explained I was looking for rabbit ones but this was the only choice. I didn’t give her a card, it’s not really my style. She got me a neat plant, somewhat deformed like my other cacti. She also got me some soap made of beer and it actually smells amazing, nothing like beer. I was worried I was going to have another bacon soap dilemma to deal with. She wrote me a heartfelt card, thus making me feel bad for not getting her one. It was a nice gift for sure. I hope to use the soap up quickly and keep the cacti alive for a long time. We said our goodbyes I was on the move again. Booj was out of town so I took the gift I got him back with me, it made a long road trip for no reason as it turns out.

The rest of the trip was mainly uneventful and went by fairly fast. I had my iPod plugged in to rock my time capsule type tunes. I was forced to fuel up around Barrie and that was a zoo and a half. I went pee first and parking in that lot was dumb and then I had to weasel into a pump ahead of a guy with a trailer, he honked at me but him taking up two pumps for no reason was a stupid and selfish plan that I helped him out of. My card didn’t work at the pump so I was forced to go inside and thus bought some Nibs and Ketchup Doritos to act as a snack until I got home. Traffic was unexpectedly thick for the rest of the way. For a Saturday afternoon that isn’t a part of a long weekend the traffic flowing from cottage country was insane. Why were so many people go into the city? The driving skill seems to continue to erode over time too, so many idiots out there. When I made the merge onto the other major route it was messy. I wish they’d teach the zipper merge in school, not driving school but actual school. It’s such a basic concept but all these self important morons believe they are more valuable than everyone else and should be able to get to the end of a merge lane and cause everyone behind them to stop so they can get in, rather than merging into a moving line. Leaving space is a foreign concept too. When things slow down and traffic gets thick I drop back a few car lengths. Not only does that let people on and off who need to use the exits, it also keeps me from riding my brakes and tailgating. Being right up the butthole of the car in front gains you nothing, not one thing. You will arrive at the same time if you are riding their bumper and continually flashing your brakes or if you are a few lengths back and coasting into easy thirty percent braking. It’s simple stuff that would make the roads more palatable. Usually I scream at idiots until my throat is sore but I was in a shake my head and watch mood today. The traffic was thick from Gravenhurst all the way past Milton, it was pretty stupid. There was some construction in a few zones but it was generally just congestion. Eventually I got myself home and for dinner I had Nibs and some cake. I had cake for dessert too. I drank some lovely juice with that, having been hard on the water during the drive. I was able to get everything inside fairly quickly, which was good because it was grossly hot out. I found my packages that I had asked my old assistant Gerbs to hide in the garage for me. My new knives came early, as did my bells for the fishing rod. Those were a bit of an impulse purchase.

After eating that junk the rest of my evening was mostly spent unpacking and integrating all my new stuff into my home. I’ve managed to fill the house up with crap now. If I ever move I’m going to need a full truck this time. I fooled in the last couple hours of the day and was able to find slumber somewhere between half ten and eleven. It’s nice to be home for a day to recover and reset before getting back to work.