Waxing

We're sitting before a sunny warm weekend. It was snowing last weekend and instead of shifting to spring, we've just hopped right along to summer. I wore shorts and my birkenstocks yesterday. We barbequed again too, this time pork chops marinated in bbq sauce and some boiled brussel sprouts on the side. Oh and cheesy potatoes too. ( I wanted to say the truth, fingerling potatoes and extra old cheddar, but that sounded so pompous) That all went down well with the wheat beer. That white wheat beer man, it's like beer candy.

This suddenly summer thing has me on edge. I feel like we have to do every summer activity imaginable since even in the summer, a sunny warm weekend such as this one is rare. It rains a lot here in the summer. But we can't do everything, so there's this challenge to maximize the time, but whatever we do, we'll be doing it outdoors. As I was walking home from the metro yesterday, I noticed Mount Royal, the hill-slash-park still iced with winter frosting, like a cupcake. I don't think a hike up there is in the cards, it ought to be rather muddy. Perhaps a stroll through the botanical gardens, a visit to the farmer's market to pick up some more crab, fix up the potted plants that have suffered indoors this long winter, ride the bike to Dairy Queen (did you see the commercial for the tin roof sundae blizzard? My mouth gushes with saliva every time I see it) Oh look the big Saturday paper just arrived, here I go with my coffee outside to consume it.