Good news! I’m doing better. I guess it was due to the mild concussion, but last week work was rough! It was like working after pulling an all nighter. So exhausted, going back over and over my work, double – guessing if I had done the step previous, so unproductive. I could have taken the time off, but I had no idea how long it was going to last, so I pushed through it.
This week the brain fog has lifted! All is well, just a bit of tenderness left in my forehead and knee, and a few twinges in my neck. I’d say I’m about 95% now.
Jeff can’t claim he is less accident prone than myself. His brother was visiting for a week. One day while I was working, they were out hiking. They came home really early. Jeff had fallen while scaling down a steep cliff in the woods to see a waterfall. He made a real mess of his knuckle:
Later in the week, up on Cape Breton Island, Jeff bent over to pick up a bottle cap on a beach, only it turned out to be a 25 cent piece from 1888! WOW! Time to head to that beach with our metal detector!
Zeus is finally home, in his new ashen state. I was getting really worried that the vet clinic had simply disposed of him, because I hadn’t heard a thing about coming to pick up his ashes. I was getting pretty upset about it, thinking of how many times he had been discarded in his early life, just to have it happen once again moments after death. Jeff finally called the vet clinic for me and they said his ashes had only been there a couple days and were ready to go.
It’s pretty surreal holding a ziploc bag of ashes of a loved one. When it was Winger and Surf, I couldn’t bear having their ashes in the house and spread them at the retriever club’s property that they loved so much. I didn’t opt for a urn, just a little cardboard box with the bag inside.
I’m not sure what to do with Zeus yet. Maybe somewhere outside, our front lawn, or flower garden. Or maybe he’ll stick around a bit. I’ll wait until the answer is clear.
I sure do miss him.
I haven’t done a proper Montreal post because falling took up so much of my week. I took hardly any photos – I was too afraid of pulling out my phone while walking!
Here’s a few:
I travelled on the metro a few times, and took Montreal’s 747 shuttle bus to and from the airport. These tasks seem easy, but for a country bumpkin, a subway and bus system is a totally foreign world. Well that, and the signs were all in French! Luckily my coworkers taught me well and I even navigated it myself once!
I realized I know far more French than I give myself credit for. I wouldn’t dare try to speak it, but I did okay with signs and understanding short questions.
My hotel room at the Le Nouvel Hotel was quite nice. It was up in their attached condo building. Big room, kitchenette that I didn’t use at all (other than the fridge), and a king sized bed. Great location too for food and transit.
I always eat new and interesting things when I travel for work. Like a big waffle for breakfast, covered in strawberries and bananas, and a lot of Nutella. I only managed to consume half of it, but I’d be willing to try again
Here’s the group of coworkers I spent the week with while we worked on a project:
A few of us ventured to the Biodome one rainy afternoon. It is in the velodrome facility from the 1976 summer Olympics. It was SO packed. We waited in line for 30 minutes just to get tickets to get in! Way too many people. I felt sorry for some of the animals, like the seagulls and shore birds flying around this set:
I did watch a beaver poop though, and considered that the highlight of my time at the Biodome
We paid extra to go up into the nearby tower, formerly the Olympic Park Tower. The view wasn’t too great in the rain, but still pretty neat.
That night I learned you should not get too creative with your poutine. We were at a BBQ place so I tried one of their speciality poutines. I thought the gravy would be skipped, but no, it was guacamole, diced tomatoes, and sour cream on top of poutine. Don’t do this. It isn’t good. Not at all.
Our special night out was to an Ethiopian restaurant. At this place, you eat with your hands. You take the roll of bread, and rip of a little piece, just enough to use it with your pincher fingers to grab some of the food. It was quite good. Here’s the first group plate:
Here’s some of us at WordCamp Montreal:
Here’s the stiff-necked, sleep deprived version of me staffing the Happiness Bar:
Here’s the view on Monday morning from near the Bell Centre, and a couple blocks down the street from the hotel as I wait at the bus stop for the shuttle to the airport, sometime after 5:30am.Next trip… Utah!