The whirlwind drive to Quebec & back

Last weekend we endured enjoyed one of our whirlwind trips to Quebec and back in two days. The purpose of our drive? Taking the young man back to university and since he had so much baggage this time, putting him on a bus & train & bus was impractical. Even though the drive is very long (9 hours one way, if there are no traffic issues), I always find it enjoyable, except this time, the weather was deplorable.

Driving before the snow storm hit.
Driving before the snow storm hit.

We had hoped that when we started the drive to Lennoxville, the snowstorm would be one step behind us, sadly though the bad weather caught up with us quite quickly. Now we do have snow tires on our van, especially since you never know what type of weather you will experience, when driving through the Appalachian mountains in the eastern townships of Quebec. Thankfully we arrived at our destination with nerves still intact.

River outside son's apartment
I was quite surprised at how fast the river, outside my son’s apartment was flowing.

After a good night’s sleep, and no sleepwalking by me, we were ready to take the young man grocery shopping.  Actually he shopped, well hubby and I took selfies in the supermarket. I did toss a can of Maple Syrup into my son’s cart, while hubby tossed in a few cans of tuna. (Note: hours later, when we were on the road home, I received a phone call from the young man asking “Mom why do I have a can of Maple Syrup?” Damn, I forgot it, hubby remembered to take home the tuna he tossed into the shopping cart).

Goofing around well son is shopping for food
Goofing around well son is shopping for food

When shopping was finished, and the groceries carried up the four floors to his apartment, we started our way home. The drive home was no better than the day before, the only difference was we were driving in an ice storm rather than a snowstorm. As hubby drove, we counted twelve vehicles in the ditch. It was a scary drive home, thankfully though we arrived safely.

You try to look good, then this happens

Yesterday morning I awoke with a list of chores longer than my arm, which is usual for a Saturday morning. The nice thing about Saturdays is I get to visit our local farmer’s market, today though, I had plenty of extra time to get ready. The teenage boy who may have stayed up a bit to late the previous night, may have had an extra beer, asked me to drive him to work for 10 a.m.

On Saturdays, I’m always up by 7 a.m. phoning the lovely lady (who I purchase my chicken from), with my order; then I phone the good-looking men who will have my beef order ready for when I appear at the market. Today, with the extra time given to me by the teenage boy, I thought I would put on some make-up rather than just getting up and hoping in the van. I decided to use a cream blush rather than the powder so my freckles would still show  (now if I was still in high school, I would have tried everything to hide those damn freckles of mine). Next I slithered into my skinny jeans and a nice lace top.

Looking fairly presentable I drove the teenage boy to work and went on to the market. I pick up my chicken and beef orders, then wander around to find the Ontario VQA wines (they are made  with 100% Ontario grapes) that are now being sold on the first level. I didn’t end up buying any wine, but I do get some eggs and a few cucumbers.

Booze in a shoe
This is not a Ontario VQA wine, but rather a very neat looking bottle of booze in a shoe.

Once I leave the market, where it was rather cool inside, I am hit with a blast of heat. I am very hot (not that kind of hot) in my skinny jeans and lace top, then being all hormonal I get a wonderful flipping hot flash to boot.  As soon as I arrive home I change into a sundress, throw a load of laundry in, and drive off to Costco for a few things plus some gas. In Costco, I go into the freezer for milk and cream. The freezer must be set at -30 Celsius, okay maybe not that cold, but I was left with chills all over my body, of course no hot flash then to warm me up.

Arriving home, middle child helps me bring in the few things I purchased, and I sit down to rest when she says “Mom you know you have red streaks running down the right side of your cheeks?” Damn, and more damn. Apparently when I was going from one hot environment to a cold one, the lovely cream blush I had so gingerly applied to my face in order to look pretty, had run down the side of my face. I now look like one of those (I won’t mention the store) ladies who have their picture all over the internet.

Note: if someone did take my picture and uploaded it to the internet, hopefully no one will recognize me. Next week I am going make-up free to the market and any other store I happen to visit, especially that one I won’t mention.