and the unofficial start of heavy beer drinking summer
Ahh, yes. That time of year when we indulge those sacred national pastimes that do not involve ice:
Road work, road work, and more road work
Driving through road work, road work and more road work to the cottage only to find we forgot something
beer drinking. beer drinking btw is akin to track and field, there are different styles and events. As a former marathon runner, I go for the LSD (Long Slow Drinking) myself, but in Canada there's something for everyone.
boating, kayaking, fishing and synchronised making-a-fool-of-ourselves
flirting with fireworks and people who are not our spouses
sitting on a deck chair with the express intent of watching the sun set on a beautiful evening, and staying there for 3 minutes tops before going to get a drink and find a card game
driving home through roadwork, roadwork and more roadwork
persuading ourselves that it really was good to get away, and then spending the next week at work unable to concentrate because we're busy dreaming up ways to do it better next year.
It all begins on the two-four weekend, so we owe the grand lady a big vote of thanks.