Wednesday Tales: Medicine Hat Visiting, Sorting & a Car Full of Treasures

Woke at 6:30—of course, the one day I don’t need to be up early, I am. If I had a 7 a.m. flight or a job to get to? I'd be dead to the world till 9. Go figure. Once S stirred too, we gave in to the morning and made our coffees by 7, did our Spanish, and S scrolled X like the well-caffeinated retirees he's clearly auditioning to be.

I fed Harley, soaked the horse food, filled our water bottles, grabbed some snacks (a travel snack is essential) - an apple and a banana, and we hit the road east by 8:30. on the usual bumpy two-hour shuffle to Medicine Hat.

First stop: Grama and Papa’s new digs at 433. Papa was into his ball game, and we met Grama booking a hair appointment. After catching up, we headed down to the dining room for lunch: soup and either Hawaiian pizza or a tuna sandwich, finished off with fruit cocktail or ice cream. (Guess which one I picked and Sheldon.)

After lunch, we met up with Candace and kicked off Operation: Sort the Heirlooms. Let’s just say—there are a lot of treasures tucked into that house. I sent pics to the girls as we worked and slowly loaded our car to near max capacity.

GG Kuhns fur hat

AWEEE - kids and Casper

Mid-afternoon, we took a break to check out Candace's new apartment and helped her haul some big pieces upstairs. Then it was back to the house for more sorting. Colleen and Elton popped by for a classic beer break and visit—never a dull moment with those two.

Back in Toronto the girls and boys were enjoying time on a friend of Matt's boat in the harbour 

By 5, we had Papa loaded into their car and headed to the Medicine Hat Brewery for supper. Candace, Riley, his new girlfriend Mia, and her mom Amy joined us for a fun dinner celebrating the “Irish twins” birthdays. A great meal and even better company. Thanks again for supper!

Sheldon's birthday super thick steak with mashed potatoes and grilled Brussel sprouts

We dropped the folks off at their place, tucked the car in their garage, and hit the road back home. I convinced S to swing through Tim’s for an iced coffee for the drive, and we made it home just after 9:30.

The car remains fully packed—I’ll unpack tomorrow. Harley got her bathroom break, and I deadheaded a few flowers... until three mosquitoes promptly declared war on my ankles. Retreat!

Inside, I found S stretched out in bed scrolling his phone. After his shower, he went right back to it while I cracked open the book I brought along to the Hat… and didn’t read a single page of in the car. Naturally.