let the good times and calorie count roll (up)
If I’ve ever had a better weekend than the one just done, I can’t recall it. It
started Friday evening with a feast at Jay and Sonia’s. Jay had recently been
moose hunting. I had never had moose meat before. It was prepared in a
stew with homemade biscuits.
It was heaven (for us and the moose both, I guess). All thoughts of my
childhood idol Bullwinkle vanished as I started wondering how such a goofy
looking vegeterian ungulate could taste that great. The meat was lean and
tender — melt-in-the-mouth quality, don’t you know.
After we stuffed ourselves, we adjourned to the living room for drinks (just
as we’d done before dinner). The conversation was lively. Another guest, the
ever-lovely Emily, was glowing even more than usual from mid-pregnancy.
She had brought her sister Meaghan, visiting from Haiti. Meaghan had been
there during the devastating earthquake. She had many compelling stories
about the temblor and the recovery.
Saturday we took our turn as hosts and had some of the usual suspects over
for a turkey with more than all the trimmings. Again the talk sparkled and
laughter shook our farmhouse. We cruised channels on satellite TV as we
awaited midnight, our major find being a Miles Davis concert from 1985.
We had to run our guests out earlier than usual because we had to get up
early in the morning to drive 150 miles to Victoria. Jude’s younger son
Nathan was able to get away from work and classes for a week.
It turns out that flying on a major holiday is a good idea. Surprisingly few
others were doing it, and the Victoria airport was the least crowded I have
ever seen it. Nathan breezed through Customs and we were quickly on our
way home after picking up some more calories at Tim Horton’s. When we
got back to Campbell River, we ate at Boston Pizza.
I receive no kickbacks from either eatery. I just wanted to inform you aboot
the fine dining up here.
Anyhoo, we got home early enough to relax and catch some tube before
bedtime. At one point we were switching from “Empire Strikes Back” to
“Raiders of the Lost Ark” and back, discussing if Han Solo could take Indiana
Jones in a dust-up.
If life gets any better than that, I wouldn’t be able to bear it.
