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Where did my weekend go?
I got up at a reasonable hour two days in a row on the weekend, and I still feel as though everything went by in a total flash. It's been a productive weekend, no doubt, but still, where the hell did all my time go?
I got a load of laundry done for work, and fulfilled my duties as Greeter for Meeting. Then there was just enough time to run upstairs, grab some food, and then KK and I went off on our field trip to visit the cool house that used to be a bank. The house had been staged to highlight its historical past, with cool photographs of the old bank as well as the family who lived there once it was converted to a residence. There was a family bible, and lots of old Royal Canadian Mint coins from various decades set up in various displays.
It was definitely not the right kind of house for us, even if we had been interested. The basement was all but inaccessible thanks to some steep, crooked, and narrow stairs, although it was in good condition once you got down there. Getting down there was an exercise in not dying of a broken neck, however. The stairs going up were also extremely steep and narrow but were at least straight. The upstairs was lovely and bright, with most of the original flooring except for the master bedroom. There was a hole in the floor which was rather alarming, and the whole place needed a lot of cosmetic repair at the very least, which would have to be done in such a way as to preserve the historical nature of the home because I think it's been declared part of Canadian heritage, or something along those lines.
We left after about 15 minutes, and I got cornered in the doorway by a family with three kids (one baby, and two little girls around the age of six or seven, maybe eight at the utmost). They didn't intend to trap me, but small children tend to mill about a fair bit, and these were no exception. Their grandmother (I think?) was trying to get them to remove their shoes, and the littlest one was not at all keen on it because there was so much melting snow. She stood on her tiptoes, then looked me square in the face and asked: "Will you hold my hand?" So I did, and she was able to navigate past the puddles successfully. It was very cute. Luckily we keep hand sanitizer in the car, because even though I love kids, they are walking germ factories at that age, and I was not keep on bringing home more illness than strictly necessary.
I made lasagna when we got home and shoved it in the oven before Skyping with my parents. I just learned today that Skype is being discontinued completely after May 5th, which means I have to teach my 88 year old mother how to use a different video platform after using Skype to talk to each other for the past 11 years. *sobs quietly* Luckily I'm heading over there on Saturday for a visit, since it's her birthday on Tuesday (she will be turning 88 then), so I plan to set her up with a Zoom account and we will go from there. Hopefully it won't be too complicated for her to use. My father already uses Zoom with some of his university colleagues, so he's familiar with the platform.
I don't have any full work from home days this week, which is making things a little difficult with regards to medicating the chihuahua. KK is trying to figure out if she can manage some half days, and I have two half-days working from home but only in the mornings, which doesn't help us much, since meds typically have to be administered in the early afternoon. I'm sure we'll work it out, but it's a bit of a pain. It would be so much easier if Rika wasn't semi-feral and hated everyone except KK. She'll tolerate me giving her meds, but if she tolerated other people a bit more we could put her in daycare and just pay a bit of extra money on the days when KK has to be at work. Unfortunately she's a feral, vicious little beastie who won't let anyone near her, so we're kind of stuck for the moment.
On that note, it's time for bed. Good night, friends!
I got a load of laundry done for work, and fulfilled my duties as Greeter for Meeting. Then there was just enough time to run upstairs, grab some food, and then KK and I went off on our field trip to visit the cool house that used to be a bank. The house had been staged to highlight its historical past, with cool photographs of the old bank as well as the family who lived there once it was converted to a residence. There was a family bible, and lots of old Royal Canadian Mint coins from various decades set up in various displays.
It was definitely not the right kind of house for us, even if we had been interested. The basement was all but inaccessible thanks to some steep, crooked, and narrow stairs, although it was in good condition once you got down there. Getting down there was an exercise in not dying of a broken neck, however. The stairs going up were also extremely steep and narrow but were at least straight. The upstairs was lovely and bright, with most of the original flooring except for the master bedroom. There was a hole in the floor which was rather alarming, and the whole place needed a lot of cosmetic repair at the very least, which would have to be done in such a way as to preserve the historical nature of the home because I think it's been declared part of Canadian heritage, or something along those lines.
We left after about 15 minutes, and I got cornered in the doorway by a family with three kids (one baby, and two little girls around the age of six or seven, maybe eight at the utmost). They didn't intend to trap me, but small children tend to mill about a fair bit, and these were no exception. Their grandmother (I think?) was trying to get them to remove their shoes, and the littlest one was not at all keen on it because there was so much melting snow. She stood on her tiptoes, then looked me square in the face and asked: "Will you hold my hand?" So I did, and she was able to navigate past the puddles successfully. It was very cute. Luckily we keep hand sanitizer in the car, because even though I love kids, they are walking germ factories at that age, and I was not keep on bringing home more illness than strictly necessary.
I made lasagna when we got home and shoved it in the oven before Skyping with my parents. I just learned today that Skype is being discontinued completely after May 5th, which means I have to teach my 88 year old mother how to use a different video platform after using Skype to talk to each other for the past 11 years. *sobs quietly* Luckily I'm heading over there on Saturday for a visit, since it's her birthday on Tuesday (she will be turning 88 then), so I plan to set her up with a Zoom account and we will go from there. Hopefully it won't be too complicated for her to use. My father already uses Zoom with some of his university colleagues, so he's familiar with the platform.
I don't have any full work from home days this week, which is making things a little difficult with regards to medicating the chihuahua. KK is trying to figure out if she can manage some half days, and I have two half-days working from home but only in the mornings, which doesn't help us much, since meds typically have to be administered in the early afternoon. I'm sure we'll work it out, but it's a bit of a pain. It would be so much easier if Rika wasn't semi-feral and hated everyone except KK. She'll tolerate me giving her meds, but if she tolerated other people a bit more we could put her in daycare and just pay a bit of extra money on the days when KK has to be at work. Unfortunately she's a feral, vicious little beastie who won't let anyone near her, so we're kind of stuck for the moment.
On that note, it's time for bed. Good night, friends!