not in Kingston

Decided not to go to Kingston today. We'll just drive up tomorrow for Turtle's birthday, then come home. And I'm OK with that, even though it was my idea to go there for the whole weekend, because the reason I'd thought it might be nice to go had to do with seeing Chris' family, not mine, and he was the one who didn't want to go. "So... hon, are you saying you don't want us to have to pack and pay for a hotel and go through a lot of trouble to be with your family? ::pause:: Whee!"

Which is kinda too bad, because I like them and I was also hoping to see other Kingston friends (hi, Al!) but I had to admit Chris was probably right in his prediction of what would happen if we went. We would screw up, somehow, and be blamed for all sorts of insensitive non-loving behaviour by the very people we love and would like to see, no matter what we did. ( family circus )

So. No long Kingston trip this weekend. Just in and out and back.

Instead, today we went to a sugarbush. Rode in a horse-drawn cart, saw the sap lines, watched the boiling vats, had a pancake lunch which included maple cheesecake and maple tea (MMMMMMmmmm!!!), then got a maple taffy and went home.

And on the way home, we came across an accident. ( details )

And now here I am, Chris and Justin have been sleeping for a while, I've been catching up on my Legislation readings, and soon I'm going to wake them up so we can all go to Toys R Us to buy Turtle's present. We have to keep them moving and out of the house today, because they're behaving like little monsters. Days like this, staying at home is a Bad Thing. Most conducive to wistful fantasies of running into a Gypsy band or traveling circus we could palm them off on.