I think spring might actually be here.

I was pretty tired Friday evening because I had gone on my long adventure walk that morning (and into the afternoon) and was feeling the weight of it in my legs for most of the rest of the day. 

We celebrated the Kid’s first paycheque at her new job by going out for burgers: nothing too fancy, just the local Five Guys, but it hit the spot and saved me from standing in the kitchen cooking all evening.

Saturday I made it to the pool and swam some laps. I don’t usually go on the weekends because its often insanely busy. I made an exception and knuckled through the insanity because the Kid needed a ride to the rec centre anyways and my other option was sitting around with the dog.

I hadn’t mentioned it here, but I bought a bigger midi controller last week. I had got a little trial one to see if I liked it. That was a couple months ago, and it was small—only 25 keys—and as it turns out not really good for learning to play the piano. I enjoyed it and had some fun with it and I’ll still pull it out and use it for stuff (it was less than a hundred bucks anyhow) but it wasn’t scratching the keyboard synth itch.  So I bought a 61-key version and set it up on my desk wired into my stereo system and computer and pretty much any time I don’t account for here—hours and hours it turns out—was probably me playing chords and jamming through my sheet music collection.

I made a shrimp pasta dish for dinner on Saturday and we chilled for most of the evening.

Sunday I woke up and met the crew to run. One of the women who ran with us often for years, EG, had taken some time off for injury and then had a baby, and she showed up with the kid and a running stroller. We had about ten people out to start and ran a respectable eleven klicks. I took my turn pushing the stroller. 

I made the mistake of putting on a mismatched pair of shoes. I can’t recall myself ever doing that before, but it happened because I was in a rush to meet everyone and they were both black… just very different vintages. Not recommended.

I ran over to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for a peanut butter pie and then came home to make that. It was our contribution to dinner.

Our plans to do some house clean up chores were interrupted when our neighbour invited us over for tea and cake, and we caught up with her. It’s funny how you can live next door to someone for years and then go months without much more than waving as you pass in your vehicles. 

We went from one social event to the next, heading over to C&As for the aforementioned dinner, pie in hand, and hung out there chatting. We were planning our summer camping and hiking trips and made some progress with that—though we think we may be sitting out most of the overnight parts and just doing the hiking this year. Darn those creaky knees.

And to wrap up the weekend, the Kid, who is now done classes and should be studying for finals, took a break and was out on Whyte until 2am… so you can probably imagine just how well her poor dad was sleeping last night, right?