Friday night: I finally got my long-awaited post-hospital-visit sushi dinner, courtesy of the fabulous crucible
(thank you, thank you, thank you!). I do not think, in fact, that I have ever eaten so much sushi in a single sitting in my entire life. I even tried the sea urchin, partly in order to test the truth of ladyjane
's assertion that there is nothing under the sea that I would not eat, and discovered as a result that there are, at least, some things under the sea which I would not eat twice. Ah well. Live and learn. Everything else was wonderful, though!
Saturday: We departed with optimystik
and his grandmother to attend his family's Thanksgiving dinner, at the hobby farm in Prince Edward County
(a.k.a. Quinte Isle, though it's actually more of a peninsula than an island) that they recently bought as a retirement property. I was somewhat terrified of this prospect, but it turned out to be remarkably non-traumatic, despite the fact that his family are the sort of people who live in a pristine cookie-cutter home in a suburban subdivision, in which all interior decor contains fake flowers and/or references to Jesus. Yet miraculously, they dealt with the whole poly triad thing pretty well, albeit mostly by not talking about it, and were very nice.
The area we stayed is really lovely, by southern Ontario standards anyway (meaning that overall I am more enamoured of the rocky/piney northern Ontario landscape). It's rural but not remote - a house on 2 acres of land with a couple of small outbuildings designed for chickens and such, and a great big garden space, but on a paved road and not far from a small town. You can even get high-speed internet access there. The back of the property faces onto a small lake, which is currently suffering from severe fertilizer pollution and accompanying massive overgrowth aof algae and water lilies and such. They're currently using it as a cottage of sorts, going there most weekends, but will be moving there permanently in another year or two, when his dad retires. Being there stirred all kinds of desires in me to move to the country, and at a certain point I found myself perusing the real estate section of the weekly county newspaper. The fact that their house, mini-farm, lakefront, and all, sold for less than you'd probably pay from some tumbledown ex-crackhouse in the worst part of Toronto only added fuel to the fire. Of course, the day when we'll be able to buy property of any sort is probably a long way off, even if we end up doing it collectively with other people. But still... *sigh*
Kiska adapted very well to her new role as Farm Dog, prancing around outside and following alongside the little tractor in a supervisory capacity, as we used it to move wooden packing crates from their neighbour's property to theirs (the neighbour is moving, and wanted to get rid of the crates, and they had ideas for using them to build garden beds, compost bins, etc. She's always so much livelier and happier when we take her outside the city. But I don't know how much of that is just that we're more likely to be outside doing things, and not inside glued to our computers while she lounges around in her dog bed. Maybe if we had a garden here, or went for more long walks in ravine parks etc., she'd be that perky in the city.
I also had an idea, at one point, when Optimystik's parents were talking about concerns about the lake's condition and initiatives in the local community for restoring it, that maybe that could be a workable Major Project for finishing my master's degree in environmental studies. Ecological restoration was a part of my area of concentration, and while my original focus was more on wilderness and this area is mostly rural residential, it wouldn't be as far off from my original A of C as some of the ideas I've had, and would probably be a really satisfying project to work on. Restoration work is still something that calls to me pretty strongly, even if it's a lot harder to get actual paying work in that area since a certain previous provincial government decimated the Ministries of the Environment and Natural Resources...
But for now, back to the city, back to work, back to daily life.