At last, the weekend

Another week in Canada has flown by.  Some weeks back we were at the wine store buying a bottle of Pinot.  Gary joked that we should buy the 2 litre bottle...yeah right, like we have no class.  This week we bought that bottle, having polished of a carton of wine the other night.  OMG it is so stressful having a five year old, a crazy work week, one TV and no car.

Lots of long days, twice to the city to get my Laptop fixed.  Both visits end in failure.  Maybe next week the IT guy will find my office in the depths of the office, left at the disused mail room, mind the bins.  I had a lovely email apology today from the banshee who screeched at me down the phone yesterday.  She was raging about an IT problem and thought  I was responsible.  I waited for her to breathe then jumped in and stated that I was the customer not the supplier.  Don' t shout at me.  "Well who should I speak to," she raged.  Oh the desire to say "bovvered" in my best Vicky Pollard was hard to stifle.  Who knew training truely had emergencies.

Lots of walking this week.  Stewie's learning about the senses so lots of time spent listening, seeing, smelling, tasting, touching...I smelt fresh bread and cakes on the way to the GO bus.  Small person  jumps off the school bus and tells me he spent time kissing a girl called Rihanna during class when the teacher wasn't watching.   Omg!  As we walk home I ask what Rihanna looks like.  " Who's Rihanna?" He asks.  So fickle or Walter Mitty? Hard to say.

Small boy had great fun last weekend, playing "soccer" in the street with the kids across the street.  He so wants friends to play with it is painful.   The Boys kicked the ball and dodged cars whilst the little girl and I painted pine cones and made decorations out of pipe cleaners.  Our Christmas window box is a work in progress.  Our one strand of 50 White Xmas light is no competition for our neighbours

What a day, what a week, what a month!

It's been crazy at work.  Long days at the office and days off full of work interspersed with trips to the park.  Stewie and I ventured to the water park earlier today. It's all turned off, as at -6 wind chill I imagine it wouldn't be the most fun.  We truely are the only people in Canada who move places without a car.  We walked there, then played Tag back as that was the only way to get the frozen child home.

Parents day meant talking to the teacher.  "What form of education did he have in the UK?" Floored me a little but my asking effective questions training kicked in and I ascertained that she wanted to know if he can read or write. I showed her his work book from UK and she exclaimed " I knew it, he's clearly a bright child".  Seems his focus is on social activities at school. Transpires that he is playing the dumb card, but I have informed them that he defaults to lazy because he had servants in a previous life.  Light bulb!  They have now moved him to sit next to a bossy girl who takes charge...a future in HR beckons for her!

Back at home we filled the day with painting, model making, watching cartoons, and me working as it was my day off.  Stewie painted with his tongue out, a sign of full concentration, and he declared that when he is grown he will be an artist.  Fabulous that he can do something he loves...although it may be a transient goal.  Last week he was going to be a Rock Star, and the week before, a baseball player.

A long weekend without a car beckons. Lots more walking interspersed with fabulous Italian pastries from my local deli / bakery.  300 yards away and awesome.  The aromas at 7am, as I walk to the GO bus are amazing.  Stewie tells me that the "busagne" taste great too.  Garfield and he being huge fans.