I have the weekend off. To most people that's routine and not anything to remark about at all. I work every Sunday. The last time I had a Sunday off it was August. So it's something to get excited about. Sad, isn't it?
When I discovered that I had two days off in a row I tried to figure out something to do. I wanted to go somewhere, but couldn't think of anywhere to go. I could have gone up north, but it's too cold and snowy for that. Then, I thought briefly about going to Ottawa to visit my aunt & uncle. However, she just had surgery, so that wasn't a good idea. I briefly tossed around the idea of going to Chicago to see my aunt there, but realized that it'd be incredibly stupid to go for what would basically amount to a few hours visit. Then, I thought about maybe going into Toronto overnight and staying there, going to the museum, or to a show or something.
In case you hadn't figured it out. I stayed home.
Today my mom decided we should go to look at houses. While she doesn't want to move, it's probably going to come to that, so she's been looking for somewhere else to go for a while. Not seriously, but looking to see what's out there. So, today we went to Brantford. Which is about 45 minutes from here. It's not that far away, and I have a friend that lives there. But it's going to add an hour and a half to each of our days commuting that far. But, Brantford is a nice town. And the houses we saw are gorgeous.
We decided we should look at some resale houses as well, so next Saturday we're going back. Looking at houses is kind of fun actually. And next weekend I'm going to watch the clock a bit better so I know exactly how long the drive takes.