I’ve been lounging around my new home now for 5 days, voicing strange noises at inopportune times to convince my parents that I have indeed gone crazy. Got a job at a Crepe place (not to be confused with a crappy place). I start on Friday, and will work weekends. Still waiting on some young adult Bible studies to roll around so I can make friends. That is the extent of my strategic plan for making friends [and influencing people.]
Went to a lovely pie social with a lot of friendly old folks and an old man crooning with a banjo and commented how much I love Canada.
Saw 5 deers (including 3 preteen fawns) yesterday on my run downtown under grey skies. The deer family was hanging out in the parking lot of an insurance broker, and I think I confused them.
Been putting off importing my car because I hate paperwork, and I shudder at the very thought of it.
Speaking of which, my friend Rachel and I drove to Medicine Hat from Harrisburg, and we made it! Memorable overnight stops included…
Detroit, which is weirder than Harrisburg – so much blight!!!!!!! I’m sorry but I couldn’t stop smiling when we drove around and looked at all the blight. I’ve just heard of it for so long it was exciting to actually see it. Blight means abandoned/run- down houses.
Minneapolis, in which we got to visit my super cool cousins – Daniel and Jen and cute girls Estella and Kharis, and Ryan and Jess. Thanks guys!
and some motel in North Dakota, in which Rachel was confused by the hotel receptionist as a ‘woman of the night.’ Awkward.
We got across the border ok, possibly because I had toothpaste saliva plastered all over the outside of the back seat window (no idea how that got there) and to be honest, it looked like more than just toothpaste, and we flatter ourselves that as a result the customs official had absolutely no desire to search our fully loaded car. (to clarify, it was only fully loaded with clothes and books and artwork and chocolate and Rachel).
My car radio did not work for the 4 day trek, and amazingly no, we did not go crazy. Because Rachel went hoarse reading me a sad and inspiring story. (A Tree Grows In Brooklyn = great book.) Over the course of the 35+ hour drive we also filmed our infamous documentary, in which Rachel aimed at the sky with the camera 75% of the time, and I being the main character do not do anything particularily crazy – and if I did, wouldn’t you like to know? therefore the documentary is so riveting we decided not to share it with the world lest people watch it on facebook and become jealous, God forbid.
That is all.