This past Easter Weekend my family came to Ottawa.
This was nice, as it meant that I wouldn’t have to make the treacherous journey myself to Toronto.
There was a great deal of walking (not as much as one would think though), we went to the Museum of Civilization (GO THERE! Especially if you have kids. Not specifically kid-oriented, but a lot of things for them to touch, look at, all that stuff), ordered too much food on more than one occasion, and, among other things, they helped me start packing up.
Some may be reading this, checking the date, wondering why I am packing up now rather than later, closer to when the actual school term ends, and I’m going to have to say it’s because there’ll be less crap to pack up at the end of the year this way.
Three bins of stuff, a couple of boxes, a shelving unit that they brought down part way through the school year, and some other things, and my room is much sparser, but likely will be much easier to pack up in May.
See? I’m not just crazy here.
The packing was done on Sunday, with much cleaning and failed organization on my part (and cleaning on the family’s part, I admit), and at one point, nearing the end of the moving-stuff-to-car phase, Mom and I were in my room, and Lexy was in the kitchen…
I heard the Yeti, my only female roommate come in and say “Hi!” to Lexy.
In my mind, this was a normal thing. The Yeti is being friendly. Ok.
I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, and said Hi myself.
The Yeti had apparently thought that my sister was me. I at first thought that her startled yell was over the bins in the kitchen… but no. It was the startlement of saying Hi to someone, getting a response, and then having the person you thought you just said Hi to come into the room. And say Hi back again.
I still giggle over it… I think I take too much pleasure in people mistaking me for Lexy and Lexy for me, and us for twins…
we really aren’t.
There is more than a one year gap between Lexy’s and my own age. More than 3, in fact.
So it’s funny that I look that old, and Lexy looks that young, and we look that much like each other despite such a gap…
And we sound pretty much the same as well.
I mentioned that I probably take too much pleasure in us being mistaken for each other?
That extends to the phone.
So it is totally understandable that the Yeti thought my sister was me, and despite me having some colour in my hair, and Lexy’s hair being shorter than my own…
To show, here are two pictures of My sister and I side by side
This is over last summer, taken at Grundy Park (where I worked).
This is a slightly more recent picture, before I got colour in my hair.
So yeah, entirely understandable…
But still makes me giggle.
Another highlight of this weekend was Blueberry pie.
We had some…
and I have the leftovers
Pie is delicious.
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!