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Three More Sleeps

The time is quickly approaching where I, along with my little cohorts, will board flight AC1121 at 7:55 am headed west. We will be arriving at our destination some 3 hours later. Saskatoon, Saskatchewan is our terminal of choice. Well, "choice" may not be the operative word here. We are here because, my mother, the little coherts' grandmother has used all her mite to will us this way.

I have been spoiled by my mom with her frequent visits to Ontario, but as the only and biggest guilt trip she has ever laid on me, it is my turn to fly to her home and visit her in the great wilds of northern Saskatchewan, our journey's end.

As I talked about in my earlier writing, Tasha and The Great Outdoors, this will be similar to a camping trip. My mom lives in a cabin in the midst of....  trees, lake, fish? Who knows what is found in the depths of the north? We shall see how I handle this all at the week's end. You never know, maybe I am cut out for a life of basics...  

The boys; my nephew, Ethan, who is ten and my boy, Gus, aged 8 are totally excited. They love the idea of going to see Grandma. This visit is overdue. And they can't wait to get some Grandma lovin'!

The time is quickly approaching. I have not received my daily text from my mother to inform me of how many sleeps are left. Luckily I can figure it out on my own... 3 sleeps.

So, it's not Great Wolf Lodge or a night at the Delta Chelsea, or some other fun that Grandma cooks up here, it's just good, plain old fashioned outside fun at Grandma's. Fishing, swimming and whatever else you do in the wild.

Watch out Grandma and Grandpa, we are about to invade! Three more sleeps!

(oh, and in case you didn't catch it... the part about me maybe being cut out for a life of basics..... ha ha ha! Totally laughable!)

 

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