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The return of the young man

Early yesterday morning,  the young man started his return home for Christmas break. The trip requires a lot of patience and travelling. His day begins with a cab ride to the bus station, then a two-hour bus ride from Sherbrooke, Quebec to Montreal. In Montreal he catches the subway to the train station (Mom forked out the money for the express train). The train ride from Montreal to Toronto takes approximately five and a half hours. Once in Toronto, he catches another train, which will take him to Aldershot, where he will be picked up by his father. The entire trip takes approximately nine hours, so he is quite the tired camper when he arrives home.

When he started his trip yesterday, I sent him a text message, this was how our conversation went:

Mom: Have a safe trip today.

The young man: Pretty sure the bus is going to crash.

Mom: Why of why do you say these things to me?

The young man: I can’t even see my hand in front of my face, it’s so white out and I’m in the bus.

Mom: Are you serious or are you just freaking me out.

The young man: Oh, it’s my turn to drive now, can’t talk. The driver lost his arm to a wild boar, so we’ve been rotating.

Mom: Geez. Love you. I’m off to the market now.

The young man: Don’t forget to actually buy, and bring food home.

Mom: I’ve bought milk, one is defrosting, plus cereal, and chewy bars. Now I just need Brussel sprouts to go with the ribs.

The young man: NO! My first meal home is not going to be Brussel sprouts. I refuse. Buy good food. Broccoli.

Mom: Wide grin.

The young man: Cauliflower. Beans. Potatoes.

Mom: Squash.

The young man: No, ew. Didn’t you get the memo? Contrary to popular belief, everything isn’t about you. You have a child (which you seemingly forgot about) who wants to eat. You have to cater to everybody. Surprise.

Mom: I have to make your sister happy too.

The young man: She doesn’t like food. It’s pointless.

Mom: She likes veggies. Gotta go bye. How is your window seat I bought for you?

The young man: Could be better.

Mom: How?

The young man: It’s fine.

Mom: Okay, enjoy. Text me when you get into Toronto. Your dad is picking you up in Aldershot right?

The young man: Yes. I don’t suppose the GoTrain station is where the GO buses are, right?

Mom: No. They are in union, down 2 floors. I think.

The young man: Score. So I don’t have to walk anywhere?

Mom: Not really, it is under construction, and a mess.

The young man: Yeah, its been under construction since I’ve been born so I’m used to it. (Mom: Not true)

Mom: Whereabouts are you, besides on a train?

The young man: Golly you know me so well.

Mom: Yep.

The young man: Passing some trees.

Mom: Ass

The young man: I need a landmark.

Mom: I was thinking towns, cities, but it might be to fast for you (referring to the speed of the train).

The young man: We haven’t passed a road lately, so no idea. I’m in this really big forest area, though. I bet if you Google map it from space, you could see it, it’s that big. It’ll be a big green blob.

Mom: Your sister says for you to turn on location on your phone, then Google map yourself.

The young man: Oh I know, but where’s the fun? Look. I describe landmarks and you guess. I spy with my little eye a big field. Probably a farm.

Mom: That will never work, I can’t guess who sings a song so why would I be able to figure that out.

The young man: PING. Whoops

Mom: Why are you pinging me?

The young man: ahem note the “whoops”

Mom: Sticks tongue out.

Sunrise in Hamilton, Ontario

Yesterday morning I was lucky enough (insert sarcasm) to drive my eldest daughter to work which meant I had to rise out of bed by 6 a.m. so we could leave by 6:40 a.m. Okay, I really did not have to rise forty minutes early except if you want me to function I need to have a minimum of one coffee in me, and since I was driving, coffee was mandatory. As it turned out, I had just enough time to make a second cup for my thermos.

It was still somewhat dark out when we left the house, but by the time I dropped her off, the sun was rising and it was beautiful. I don’t often get to see the sun rise, since I’m sleeping, so I stopped at our local park on the mountain brow. The view from Sam Lawrence can be breathtaking, you have a panoramic view of the city, the harbour, the Skyway Bridge, the Niagara escarpment, and on a clear day you can see the CN Tower in Toronto.

A day in the life

Yesterday morning started off with me being awaken by my alarm at 5:30 a.m. I had volunteered to phone the teenage boy to make sure he was awake. What makes a mom do this? Guilt, insanity or love as one of my twitter friends commented. I believe it is a combination of all three. Luckily though, I was able to go back to sleep whereas the teenage boy was starting his long, very long trip home for spring break.

After the teenage boy was awaken, he called for a taxi which would take him to the first bus station in Sherbrooke, Quebec. From there he would be go to Montreal, a two and a half hour ride through the Eastern Townships. Once in Montreal, he hopped on the subway to go to the next bus station, where he caught the Megabus. This bus takes him to Toronto with a stop in Kingston and can be anywhere from six to eight hours depending on traffic. Yesterday there was traffic once the bus arrived in Toronto. He did eventually arrive where the subway is not easy to locate, and taxis are nowhere, so he walked for about a half hour in the brittle cold to the last bus station. He was now only an hour away from home, and the eldest was picking him up so he wouldn’t have to catch another bus. All in all, it took him almost 14 hours to get home. Normally hubby and I would have driven to Lennoxville, Quebec to pick him and his sister (middle child) plus her dog up, but she decided to stay for break. When we do drive, it is not always faster in a car. Last time there was an accident on the highway, so in total it was a twelve-hour drive.

Once the teenage boy was home, the eldest was leaving for the weekend. Since dad was still at work, she decided to drive the van and leave it at the bus station for him. Her bus was at eight, he finished work at eight, so this was a good plan, so we thought. What happened? Well:

Text from DD: “Dad didn’t bring his car keys.”
Me: “Expletive”
DD: “He’s a tool, lol”
Me: “What can I do?”
DD: “Nothing” “I asked the bus driver to give me one minute to run to the van so I can put the key in the door for dad”
Me: “Thank God”
DD: “Driver was funny” “He’s like that took 1:03 minutes” “I said I’d be a minute”
Bus driver: “We were just discussing how to divide your bag up”
Another passenger: “I was hoping there was food”
DD: “I’m like sorry no food”
Me: “Lmao!”
DD: “And them I told the driver my pants wouldn’t fit him anyways”
Me: “I’m cracking up” Laughing so hard, I’m crying
DD: “Ahaha”
Me: “Priceless” “So you gave dad your spare key”
DD: “ya, he’s got the spare key” “I left it in the door”
Me: “Great, I hope no one steals the van”
DD: “No dad was running to the van, and he was there less than 30 secs after me”
Me: “okay, thanks for the laugh”
DD: “lol, I’m still out of breath”
Me: “It was only 1.03 minutes”
DD” “Funny, lol. A minute of sprinting”

Dad arrives home, and I am still laughing. He too is also laughing, realizing he looked like a fool running in his work boots, arms a flailing. Now if the eldest wasn’t able to leave the key for hubby, he would have had to walk up the escarpment to home and then back down again, which would have taken him an hour.

That was our day, how was yours?