My Life – Page 15 – a hippie with a minivan

Eating alone together with a stranger…

Last Friday I decided to head to Montreal to see an old friend who had a photography/art exposition… I picked Simon up at work and we headed up to St-Denis and Deluth and I found a parking space right away which is always a nice thing…

We headed to the gallery to make sure that she was there and Simon and the boys stayed for a few minutes and then went out to eat together… I stayed and talked and looked for a while and then went looking for them… Since they had eaten and I hadn’t I decided to go my favourite restaurant in Montreal… ChuChai

Simon and the boys went for a walk and to check out a store and I sat down on the terrasse and ordered something to drink while I looked at the menu… I knew what I was going to eat but I was wondering about the entree so I asked for a suggestion from the waitress… so I got the breaded crispy seaweed with sweet and spicy sauce…and ordered the tofu with peanut sauce and crispy spinach and sticky rice for the main meal…

I people watched and took a few pics while I waited… Though I love to eat out with a friend or with the family, I really don’t mind dining alone.

I got my entree and started…. omg it was amazing!!!

just when I started to eat a man sat down at the table beside me… he had brought a bottle of wine and the waitress uncorked it and served him and asked if he wanted to keep the cork and he said yes and he made a joke that he couldn’t finish it without help unless someone helped and then offered me a glass… I laughed it off but he asked again and I decided to take him up on his offer… the vibe that I got off him was just a nuce guy vibe…

So we ended up talking through the whole supper… he has three grown kids and 3 grandkids… he is a teacher for adults who don’t know how to read and need basic skills to work…

There were moments of silence that were not at all awkward because we were just two strangers eating alone next to each other…

I got my main course and forgot to take a pic… next time I will try though because the food there is worth the trip to Montreal….

I finished up and then headed to the car to meet Simon and we started to head home…

It was a night like that night that I miss living in Montreal… people watching, meeting nice people, eating amazing food and walking on streets full of life…

May 8th…

11 years ago today, May 8th… a Thursday night… I was out partying to celebrate finishing my last College exams, when I returned to my Boyfriends apartment and found a note waiting for me on his door…. It was the call that I was dreading… My step-dad died after a long battle with Aids…
Here is a bit of our story…

I met Simon a few months later and on May 8th 1999, we got married… 9 years ago today…

and then in December a bit more than 3 years ago, the man who had the role as my father died after his battle with Cancer… My mother decided that May 8th would be a good date to bury him… I asked her not to, to wait… but she didn’t care as usual…

Today is just filled with so many emotions… I am a bit bewildered…

and here we go again…

no I am not pregnant 😉

but today… just a few days shy of Khéna being 17 months I got my first PPAF… (Post-partum “Aunt-Flo” for those that are not familiar with the lingo)

With the firt two boys I got my PPAF at about 9 months… when they started to walk and nurse less in the day and started eating solids… With Khéna though, he did not slow in nursing at all when he started milestones… he didn’t have those normal periods where he was more wakeful at night either…

But slowly, he has been nursing less and when I got really crampy and irritable at the begining of the week, I knew that it would not be long…

the bloating could also be a reason that the scale showed so much of a difference as today I am now 5 lbs less then I was when I weighed myself on Wednesday…

Though I do and did enjoy the time that I don’t have to go through the monthly rituals… I do have to say that being able to start charting again and knowing what my body is doing makes things a bit easier for me…

Maybe one day I would like to have another child but I don’t think it is the right time at the moment… I want the boys to grow a bit before…

wanting to go back home…

Though I was born in Montreal, I was raised in BC for critical childhood years of my childhood…

Nelson, BC in the late 70’s/early 80’s was a unique place to live… it is still unique.

My mom and I found a great community there… the friends that we made quickly became our family… when we left it broke my heart and I knew that one day I would return… I want to return…
It has always been in the back of my mind but now it is right there, every day…

I want to go back home, I want to return to the family that we made there when I was young… that is still there… I want to raise my kids there…

It is scary move though and with the lack of support that we have here I am not sure how we would do it… finding a job, selling the house, moving our family of five across the country on limited funds…

I just feel that my life is at a standstill at the moment and that I need to do it…

Well see if it is meant to be…

quiet…

It is freezing outside today and I am cuddled up on the couch and enjoying the little bit of quiet that I have at the moment.

Simon got out his old Star Wars toys from the shed yesterday and the boys stayed up late last night playing and I finished the skirt that I was making and I am now thinking of my next project. A late night for the boys meant that they also woke up later than usual and the moment that they got up they went downstairs to play only stopping for a few minutes to eat… and they are amazingly playing… not fighting and are having fun together….

Khéna just fell asleep and I layed him down in his new “big boy bed” that Simon also got out of the shed yesterday. He is so proud to have his own bed and earlier this morning I helped him climb up onto it and he spend about 30 min there just sitting up, laying down, playing with a stuffed puppy and looking at a book…

Last night I layed him down in his bed and he slept there for a few hours before waking up and spending the rest of the night cuddled in our bed…

so at the moment, I am drinking tea, incense is burning, the house is quiet with just slight noises of the boys playing together and I just feel really content at the moment…