July 13, 2014
Up at 6:30 in the Prince George Hotel in Halifax. Had a shower. Got dressed. Had coffee from a little coffee machine in the room.
Went downstairs to conference room and met Nimbus colleagues. Listened to other authors read from their books. Gave my own ten minute reading. Signed books, made plans with various bookstores etc.
Kissed Nimbus crew and other authors farewell.
Packed stuff and left the hotel. Drove to our daughter’s apartment. They went shopping. I had a nap.
Had a slice of pizza they brought back for lunch.
Wrapped gifts for our son, who is 33 today! Black and white polka dot paper. Sarah laughed at my wrapping skills and how I’m useless, but she hugged me several times so I forgave her.
Discussed ant traps.
Chopped potatoes, onions, carrots and mushrooms to make crispy packages in the oven.
Son came over to sister’s apartment and I kissed him several times until he told me to stop.
Watched the World Cup and saw Germany win! Sarah’s friend is German and sent a text, basically saying “Yahoo!” in German.
Husband, daughter, daughter’s fiance and son and I had rib steaks on the barbeque. We brought out one cake and two banana cream pies for birthday boy… all of us carrying them in a row. Son loves banana cream pie. He blew out candles.
Paul opened his gifts: new socks for work and a new set of pots. He’s gone through the old stuff we gave him when he moved away a decade ago.
Hubby and I talked about the day Paul was born. Both he and his sister have heard this story a million times. They roll their eyes, listen and nod their heads. They change the subject.
Talked to Sarah about job. Talked about houses for sale in Halifax and her wedding plans.
Washed up dishes that didn’t make it into the dish washer.
Said goodbye to boy, kissing him as he went out the door.
Looked at houses for sale on the computer. Made Sarah look at the ones I liked.
Watched her and fiance get ready for bed and kissed her goodnight.
Got ready for bed too. It was very hot out, despite the fan in the window. Husband turned and lay his head at the foot of the bed to catch the breeze. At some point in the middle of the night, he forgot where he was and tried to get out of the bed.
He kicked me in the head.
We struggled with the sheets for a minute and went to sleep.
Sounds like a typical day in the lives of the Crewe’s lol enjoy your time with the kidlets and a big happy birthday to Paul 🙂
Lesley, even you don’t have the words to describe all the love in that birthday party–but I can feel it from here!