Off to Courtenay

Yes, it’s weird… I’ll be picking up the car today. I really never expected to go but when the BRIDE TO BE calls you on your cell, hopping from one foot to the other about you coming (because Paul, Keith and Janice can’t go), it’s like being touched by pixie dust or something.  My presence is requested at a family festival.  So weird.  Last time I went it was for a funeral, now it’s for a wedding.  Shouldn’t there be an infant dedication in my future?

Stay in C. after the wedding, drive down to Victoria the next day, come back Monday.

It’s not like I was doing anything except swithering.

Jeff and I are off to do a small shop.