Some of you know I've been staying with my parents. We're looking at 3-4 months, with possibility for early release. I wanted to get to know them as people - and now I am!
1. My dad sunbathes in a straw cowboy-like hat.
2. He also listens to Eminem when my mom isn't home.
3. My mom tap dances to Il Divo at 6:30 every morning.
1. Sweet: Country lemon pie for breakfast from my parents.
2. Sweeter: Gentle slope all the way down the city, from the top to the bottom, making for an excellent high-speed bike ride down Yonge Sreet (especially on a hot, sticky day like this).
3. Sweetest: A quiet night in which to get some work done.
I am a girl who rides her bike around town in her flip flops. Innocent enough, right?
So it's beyond me why the cops felt like chasing me in the middle of the night.
Ok... I was in what are essentially my pyjamas, wearing a funny-looking backpack and trying to balance a huge garment bag containing a suit. Is that suspicious?
Sirens were approaching. They neared as I turned onto a darkened street. I sped up. They sped up! I whipped through the curves, trying not to lose my suit. They were onto me. I turned into my parents' driveway. They followed, screeching to a halt. I was caught like a deer in high-beam headlights.
They shook their heads and backed out.
Never a dull moment!
Three great ways to wake up at mom and dad's house:
1. A powerful cup of tea, nearly 100-proof strong.
2. Creamy and chocolatey ‘exquisite Swiss biscuits.’
3. Cannonball into the pool, to show them you love it.
1. Patient: teaching his grandchildren the differences between squares and rectangles.
2. Thoughtful: installing an air purifier in my room so I can breathe just a little bit easier.
3. Helpful: offering lots of money-saving tips - unsolicited, but undeniably useful, advice.
Just three reasons (of three to the power of n) why we love Tėtė. Happy Father's Day to you and your daddy-units.
Staying with my parents is foreign, but Good:
1. My urban fear has always been that of getting bike tires caught in streetcar tracks. Much worse is my suburban fear of getting lost in cul-de-sacs. This isn't the area I grew up in - it is foreign. The Good: I'm getting over it.
2. I wake up every morning in a hot pink, psychedelic bedroom. It's very B-52s-meets-Paris Hilton. This isn't the house I grew up in - it is foreign. The Good: It is cozy and inviting. It even delivers a warm pink reflection in my laptop.
3. My parents are environmental drill sergeants. That definitely isn't foreign! The Good: I am recycling and composting everything. Soon, I may even be carrying a water jug on my head. You know, to appreciate the value of water.
