Regina Trip – Day 1 (September 1st)

Left Gail’s house around 12:30. The van was fully loaded – coolers, suitcases, hanging clothes, a lamp, food hamper, etc. YES, I said a lamp. Gail was taking one up to Sudbury for our nephew’s new home when he gets there. There was even a clothes hamper full of food – pretzels, crackers, little cakes (have no idea!!) and whatever else was vacuum sealed to keep its freshness!!!

We caught the 407 at Burlington and zipped right along up and over Toronto. Naturally, we started yapping as soon as we left Gail and Bern’s driveway. But all the way the conversation was informative and fun. Yes, we Rouse women do talk alot, even all at once, and sometimes even drift from one subjet to another without batting an eyelash. We’ve always been that way and I suppose it’s because there are quite a few of us and we’ve always had to compete to be heard. It’s still fun to this day and I wouldn’t change a thing – even though we aggrevate the hell out of our husbands and kids.

We kept hearing the virtues of “Garmin” from Gail – her GPS system. I swear this thing is the right hand of God!! We’ve even officially given “her”a name – “Garmin”. We considered Susie, Sallie, Maryann and the like – but Gail still liked “Garmin”, so we’re sticking with that. She talks to you, tells you where to go and even how to get there!! She’s a nice sounding lady and certainly knows her way around Sudbury – of which we arrived at around 5:30 pm.

The van was unpacked and I do mean unpacked. I think practically everything came indoors. Once we had a look around and nattered back and forth several times as to who was going to sleep where, we then started to decide where we were going to get supper. It’s now about 6:30 and Gail pulls out “Garmin”. She knows where to go!!!! And jeese if she doesn’t start listing off the names of every restaurant in the surrounding Greater Sudbury area!!!! I managed to find the Yellow Pages, while Claudia was trying to remember the name of the great restaurant she had been to when last up this way. As soon as I opened the listings she spotted the name, Gail gave “Garmin” the address and we were off again.

Garmin directed us around every corner and we were settled in and ordering by 8:00 pm. Claudia and I decided on the prime rib. We both figured what the hell. The prices were a bit more than we had hoped for, but it was late, and by the sounds of things we were going to eat on the road again tomorrow. We were promptly told they were all out!!!! Had to rethink in a hurry. So three of us went for the ribs and Bonnie went with chicken. Opted out of desert and just decided to head back to Clair and Gina’s place.

Now I’m downstairs – can’t get on the internet as no access point – so I’m doing this in WordPad until I can get connected. I truly believe I’m having “internet withdrawal”. I feel disconnected and isolated. A truly bizarre feeling. God, they’d better have internet connectivity tomorrow night!!!

Went upstairs to wrap the present for our nephew. Had some help from Gail and Bonnie. Naturally the wrapping paper I brought wasn’t big enough so with their help we re-thought the whole process and managed to get it wrapped by 11:00 p.m. Not what I had envisioned, but it turned out half decent.

Going to call it a night. Hope I can get up by 5:30 am, as the Girls think we’ll be on the road by 6:00 am. God love ’em, they’re a positive thinking bunch!!!

I had called Nat around 6:00 pm to let him know that we had arrived safely. I know he was thinking about us. Plus I was wondering about his golf tournament that day and it sounds like he had a pretty good day of it.

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