I am at the cottage. I arrived at an unusual time for me. I motored with my daughter and son in law who live at the cottage. They were in Toronto for back to back meetings which they thought would end early evening. The meetings ended just before eleven. Not so, so bad. At night, especially on a Thursday there is usually light traffic and the weather was clear. We thought we would make good time and arrive at our country abode around 12:30. This was not to be. I guess people were trying to get a head start on the long weekend, and traffic was heavy. Highway 400 was under major construction. Suddenly overhead signs appeared stating all lanes were closed. Whats an automobile to do?. Where could it go? It couldn’t turn around and unless it could sprout wings it couldn’t fly. We decided not to abandon the car. and sat in bumper to bumper traffic just inching along. Finally at Bradford a policeman directed vehicles off of the highway and back on again after a short detour through the town. We still can’t understand why on the eve of one of the busiest weekends of the year that they would decide to undertake such major construction.
By the time we reached Barrie, we were starving and stopped at an all night Sobies to stock up on snacks. The one lone cashier must have been lonely because she initiated conversation with us and we talked for a long time with this interresting grandmother. Her daughter had a baby at 16. Her mother insisted she finish high school while the family helped raise the child. The daughter not only finished high school but became a registered nurse and a mother to two more children with the same original partner. Her mother is very proud of her daughter. Her only regret is that the daughter refuses to get married stating that times are different now, than when her mother was young. That it is.
When we arrived at our destination we stopped to admire the stars before going inside. The air was nippy and fall was definitely in the air. Once inside we were greeted by dogs and one sleepy daughter who awoke when we arrived. I fell asleep at 4:00 A. M. and slept until noon. I slept through the commotion of young grandchildren waking and clamouring for breakfast . I slept through the tantalizing odours of a gourmet breakfast preparation by a daughter and son in law. I slept through the barking and roughhousing of the three grand dogs. I slept through the departure of family members going on a day excursion. I even slept later than my 19 year old grandson. I must be getting younger. The last time I slept in to noon was when I was 16.