few "pictures" of the holiday season ...
26 December: the sun slowly begins to fall toward the horizon, it is increasingly bleak. In the snowy forest on a small mound, the outline of a log cabin stands out against the thin trees. We are nine sisters, friends, relatives and cousins, lit only by the flickering light of three oil lamps, warmed by a mighty roaring wood stove, and we play all together, some crazy games of "Werewolf" at dusk. The wind blowing against the windows. December 30: it's dark, I'm drowsy driving. Back from work, at 22h, I stopped at a red light. A green arrow appears to allow right turns, but unfortunately I'm going straight. I see the car behind me flashing on the right. Imagining the ire of the driver blocks the I way, I look anxiously in the rearview mirror. My eyes linger a moment on the long and tender kiss exchanged between the driver and his passenger. I smiled: they are in no hurry.
December 31: "Ok gang it is almost midnight!" It is activated, some work to take a small fire in the woodstove, we piled on the sofa laughing. No TV or radio to follow the countdown. Everyone looks at his watch or his cell phone. "There is one minute!" Someone shouts. Nobody has the same time. Suddenly, a voice rises: "Well I do not want to break the party, but on my cell since it is midnight already two minutes ... "Chaos. We may have celebrated the New Year too early or too late. We will never know.
January 1: the gates of the IMAX theater, waiting with Thomas and his parents for (finally) see U2 3D show digitized vaunted. My eye catches a furtive movement in the room, near a wall at the edge of my field of vision. I lift my eyes a cute critter wandered naked in the dirty, scampering away with looking for popcorn. And mine employees knowledgeable vexed by customers fearful, rodents still lurks ...
January 3: according to The Weather Network, with the help of wind chill, temperatures approaching 25 degrees below zero tonight. I come from a leisurely dinner with my sister and I have to stop suddenly to let my car run two cars coming in opposite directions. I am committed while in the left lane in direction-cons, to bypass the "obstacle" to walk before me, at speed, a guy ... rollerblades! For winter sports, I tip my hat (my hat).
January 5: Josée behind the wheel, Thomas to his side, behind me. We drove at speed towards St-Armand-les-Vents, visit express la familia. We chose to make a detour of more than thirty minutes to stop in Granby, Saucissier , enjoy a good history of sausage-sauerkraut. We talked throughout the trip, for an excellent snack. Finally parked, we press toward the door of the beloved restaurant. "On vacation, back on January 18. Happy Holidays."
January 9: At the supermarket, Jobe and I spend at the checkout, cheerfully. My purchases totaled $ 63 and pennies. Promotion of the week: "With every purchase of $ 60, get a free cantaloupe. "Last week," said Jobe, it was a broccoli, promotion. "Sometimes, I find that marketing strategies are really funny!
January 9 yet: Arrive at race at work at 3:58 p.m., I have just enough time to take off my boots that already, the phone rings. It looks to me that I answer something like "company name, hello" or "Company Name, Sophie Benoit, how can I help you? ", but not too too much in the beat again, I'll me a brassy and confused:" Sophie Benoit hello! "Yes, I got several pairs of large eyes fixed on me. Gaffe. And it was not all.
January 9, 1 minute after 4 lines flashing on the phone, waiting anxiously I deign to look after their honorable gentleman-in-the-other-end. I try to explain to someone the way to go to one of our lounges. I know where is located the show, and I know very well the path to get there by car, bike, bus or snowshoes ... The man at the other end does not believe me. "Good. Wait a minute, sir, I'll be back," I said. I put the call on hold, time to find a plan map-quest to my disbelief. "Caline, why-s-What not believe me, him? I KNOW the damn ...", ch'min I mumbled, the microphone headset properly directed towards my mouth. Slight noise in my ears. Downtime. My heart missed one (or two) beats. "Sir?" I hesitated. "Yes?" He answers, the tone of the one we have not really put on hold and heard everything ... No, really, it was not my night.
And this concludes this brief burst of images summarizing my holidays, which was also very gay. Fun, friends, gifts and alcohol by weight, a well-filled months of respite before school starts on Monday! To those who return to class (or have already started), I wish my best best wishes and a Happy New Year to all!
