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Went to Kingston. Much wonderful happened.

Came back. Am getting slightly intimidated by bar exam.

Off to read.

Kingston and The Bar, but not Kingston bars because that would actually be fun

Went to Kingston yesterday. Really wish I'd brought my camera, because it was a lovely visit. Except for the gnats.

We started the day by walking up and down Princess St - literally, from Ontario at the bottom to Division at the top, visiting shops along the way. OMG is this age fun. No stopping for diaper changes, no terror that they'd run out into traffic (which is pretty mild on Princess, but still) no frigging sippy cups. Just wandering into bookstores and flower shops and eating places. And OMG is it nice to no longer be perpetually broke. We stopped at Pan Chancho (upper crust bakery) and bought some foodstuffs - bread, salads, etc - and when Justin saw how much it cost his eyes went very round. "Is that how much you used to pay for groceries when you lived in Kingston?!"

ROFL! "Ah, no, Justin, when we lived in Kingston we were students. We occasionally stood outside of Pan Chancho and took deep breaths. That's about all we could afford."

Had a picnic on the waterfront, whence the gnats, and then the boys ran around the rocks for a while so I could do some readings. And indulge in a bit of nostalgia for my student days, and for Daniel's baby years, bringing him to the waterfront so he could run off some excess energy, in the perpetual deluded hope of wearing him out.

Damn, but Kingston's beautiful. I'm struck anew every time we go. I remember thinking that a few times when we lived there, but now that we're not there all the time, it's amazing how quickly you forget the beauty of the limestone buildings, the little courtyards here and there, the lovely lawns, and most of all, the waterfront. Lake Ontario stretching out before you, Wolfe Island in sight...

::sigh::

Stopped at Belleview House, home of Sir John A. MacDonald, which I never visited even once in the eleven years I lived there. Very cool, seeing it with little people, especially little people who had just been learning about Sir John A through Greatest Canadian. I think we gave the historical interpreters a thrill; there they were, in their house maid and upper class gentleman and groundskeeper costumes, with nobody to talk to but themselves. I got little flashbacks to my own Fort Henry historical interpreter days; felt the inexplicable urge to don an apron and a snood. Would've taken the boys to Fort Henry as well - no tours offered yet, too early in the year for that, but what the hey, I must have conducted roughly fifty million tours of the place, I'm sure I could've winged it. Though it would've been disorienting to do it in English, as I did all but three of my tours in French ;)

Stopped at ladystarstruck's gaming store and OMG was Daniel thrilled. Justin too, but Daniel's a huge gaming fan, so this was a slice of heaven for him. Saw ladystarstruck and Mr. ladystarstruck and ladystarstruck Jr, which was wonderful, and OMG it had been way too long. And Jr? Is adorable. And talking! And actually looks a bit like his mom now! Chris has said that it's no coincidence that many kids come out looking like clones of their dads, with only the vaguest resemblance to their moms. Some genetic thing, reassuring dads that yes, they are biologically related to the strange new being their mates have produced. I'm not sure I believe him, but it would explain a great deal :)

Back home now. Have read a million jillion pages of law stuff, of the kind that most thoroughly bores to tears. Will be doing this till June 4th. If I live so long.

( How boring is it? )

What's ridiculous is, I may whine and bitch about how much I'm reading and what I'm reading but it is actually, in its own way, fun. I like studying for exams. I'm relatively good at it, and I can turn it into a game of sorts.

Let's see if I still feel that way by June 4th ;)