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Tl;dr. Shut up Yuu.
Oct. 13th, 2009 02:07 amSo. I should probably be in bed right now, but the warm bath I took woke me up a bit, and I wanted to write an entry, so -- yes.
The trip went pretty well. Flying down was no big deal; no delays, and the flight itself was short. My uncle Jamie picked me up at the Edmonton airport and we headed to Sherwood Park (a town just outside of Edmonton) where we had lunch and I proceeded to babble about various school-related things. I ended up talking about medieval literature and informed him that, er, no, King Arthur was not a real king. Then we headed out to his acreage in Ardrossan. My parents arrived later that evening, and my brother the morning after that.
It was naive of me to think that we'd spend any time in Edmonton proper. I forgot that my mother's idea of "shopping" is going to Costco and Winners. :| So that's what we ended up doing on Saturday afternoon. However, I got a new pair of shoes out of it, as well as some coffee beans and my Christmas cards, so I'm not going to complain.
After returning, I made the cranberry sauce. I'm not sure why people think home-made cranberry sauce is so fancy; it really isn't. It does, however, taste much better than stuff in the can. How you do it: 1 cup water + 1 cup sugar. Heat it in a medium-sized soup pot until the sugar is dissolved and the water is boiling. Pour in 1 small bag of fresh cranberries. Keep stirring until the water is boiling again and the berries are starting to split and pop. Reduce heat to low/medium and cook, constantly stirring, for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and let it cool a bit before transferring to a bowl for serving.
Over the course of the day, people kept coming in, until the house was full to the brim with people. Unfortunately for me, I only knew about half of them. The people I didn't know (relatives of my aunt? I'm still not sure) kept trying to talk to me, and it was all very awkward. The fact that I was utterly and completely exhausted didn't help. I don't know if it was because of the stress of the situation or what, but throughout this entire "vacation" I felt as if I could fall asleep at any moment. Sigh. Anyway, even though Thanksgiving was not until Monday, we had our dinner the Saturday night, because everyone had to go home on Sunday.
That evening, after I went to bed on the couch in the living room, I was just about to fall asleep when my relatives came up to have drinks. The living room is connected to the kitchen, so there was no avoiding it - when the lights were turned on, they woke me up. Because it would be awkward for them to stay there with me trying to sleep, they invited me to join them for booze. When I turned down wine, they offered me Baileys and ice, which I accepted quite readily. Mmmmmdelicious. Unfortunately, they kept me up until 2 AM, and then after returning to bed I didn't sleep but instead talked with a friend on my itouch for a while, so the next morning I was utterly, completely exhausted. Again.
Returning to Saskatoon was an adventure of the worst kind. To begin with, they had me on a milk-run flight, so instead of going directly from Saskatoon, I had to fly to Calgary first, then change aeroplanes and fly from there to Saskatoon. Lovely. Then my first flight was delayed, and also the second, and I entered into the whole thing annoyed because I forgot to pack my sewing scissors in my checked baggage rather than carryon so of course I had to give them up at security, and when de-planing people were trying to push past me and rush even though the line was not moving and I could not move to let them by, as there was no room and 20 people ahead of me. Sigh. Keep your pants on, lady. We're all in a hurry here. In short, the flight sucked, and I didn't get back home until 10 PM or so.
( This is getting too long. I cut because I care. )
The trip went pretty well. Flying down was no big deal; no delays, and the flight itself was short. My uncle Jamie picked me up at the Edmonton airport and we headed to Sherwood Park (a town just outside of Edmonton) where we had lunch and I proceeded to babble about various school-related things. I ended up talking about medieval literature and informed him that, er, no, King Arthur was not a real king. Then we headed out to his acreage in Ardrossan. My parents arrived later that evening, and my brother the morning after that.
It was naive of me to think that we'd spend any time in Edmonton proper. I forgot that my mother's idea of "shopping" is going to Costco and Winners. :| So that's what we ended up doing on Saturday afternoon. However, I got a new pair of shoes out of it, as well as some coffee beans and my Christmas cards, so I'm not going to complain.
After returning, I made the cranberry sauce. I'm not sure why people think home-made cranberry sauce is so fancy; it really isn't. It does, however, taste much better than stuff in the can. How you do it: 1 cup water + 1 cup sugar. Heat it in a medium-sized soup pot until the sugar is dissolved and the water is boiling. Pour in 1 small bag of fresh cranberries. Keep stirring until the water is boiling again and the berries are starting to split and pop. Reduce heat to low/medium and cook, constantly stirring, for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and let it cool a bit before transferring to a bowl for serving.
Over the course of the day, people kept coming in, until the house was full to the brim with people. Unfortunately for me, I only knew about half of them. The people I didn't know (relatives of my aunt? I'm still not sure) kept trying to talk to me, and it was all very awkward. The fact that I was utterly and completely exhausted didn't help. I don't know if it was because of the stress of the situation or what, but throughout this entire "vacation" I felt as if I could fall asleep at any moment. Sigh. Anyway, even though Thanksgiving was not until Monday, we had our dinner the Saturday night, because everyone had to go home on Sunday.
That evening, after I went to bed on the couch in the living room, I was just about to fall asleep when my relatives came up to have drinks. The living room is connected to the kitchen, so there was no avoiding it - when the lights were turned on, they woke me up. Because it would be awkward for them to stay there with me trying to sleep, they invited me to join them for booze. When I turned down wine, they offered me Baileys and ice, which I accepted quite readily. Mmmmmdelicious. Unfortunately, they kept me up until 2 AM, and then after returning to bed I didn't sleep but instead talked with a friend on my itouch for a while, so the next morning I was utterly, completely exhausted. Again.
Returning to Saskatoon was an adventure of the worst kind. To begin with, they had me on a milk-run flight, so instead of going directly from Saskatoon, I had to fly to Calgary first, then change aeroplanes and fly from there to Saskatoon. Lovely. Then my first flight was delayed, and also the second, and I entered into the whole thing annoyed because I forgot to pack my sewing scissors in my checked baggage rather than carryon so of course I had to give them up at security, and when de-planing people were trying to push past me and rush even though the line was not moving and I could not move to let them by, as there was no room and 20 people ahead of me. Sigh. Keep your pants on, lady. We're all in a hurry here. In short, the flight sucked, and I didn't get back home until 10 PM or so.
( This is getting too long. I cut because I care. )
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.