This past weekend has been one of those rare ones where I see the majority of my friends in Chetwynd, rest up and recharge for the week ahead and have a clean(er) house.
Another girlfriend has left town for a promising work opportunity and she called together her town friends and coworkers from the last two years for one last bash on Friday. Pub-filling laughter bounced off the wooded walls before we spilled into the Indian summer night and wished each other well with intentions of staying in touch.
Happy and (mildy) hungover the next morning, Dan and I set out on bicycles to meet friends for breakfast at the pub we had left mere hours before. In small-town style, we saw nearly all our friends that morning. At the post office, thrift store, library, in their yard, ahh.
Mild house and yard work filled the time until we popped out to friends house outside town for dinner. A stellar meal was in the making - roast moose and garden spuds, carrots, onion.
We resigned ourselves to a sleepover, made arrangements for a friend to come to the house and feed our foster kitties when another friend dropped in after (unsuccessfully) hunting the same animal we had just eaten. Conversation flowed, laughter filled the vaulted ceilings and we bummed a ride back into town for the night.
A delightfully leisurely day followed with light walks, board games, BBQs and kitty cuddle time.
Another girlfriend has left town for a promising work opportunity and she called together her town friends and coworkers from the last two years for one last bash on Friday. Pub-filling laughter bounced off the wooded walls before we spilled into the Indian summer night and wished each other well with intentions of staying in touch.
Happy and (mildy) hungover the next morning, Dan and I set out on bicycles to meet friends for breakfast at the pub we had left mere hours before. In small-town style, we saw nearly all our friends that morning. At the post office, thrift store, library, in their yard, ahh.
Mild house and yard work filled the time until we popped out to friends house outside town for dinner. A stellar meal was in the making - roast moose and garden spuds, carrots, onion.
We resigned ourselves to a sleepover, made arrangements for a friend to come to the house and feed our foster kitties when another friend dropped in after (unsuccessfully) hunting the same animal we had just eaten. Conversation flowed, laughter filled the vaulted ceilings and we bummed a ride back into town for the night.
A delightfully leisurely day followed with light walks, board games, BBQs and kitty cuddle time.
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