First was Friday, and the last-minute cancellation of the second date with Guelph Girl. I wasn't entirely surprised, and cancelling on account of work may or may not have been legit, but regardless -- cancelling without making an attempt to reschedule is as big a sign as one can get. Disappointed, but not entirely surprised. But hey -- being non-committal isn't a yes, but it's not a no either, and if you don't want to actually say no, that leaves you in the awkward position of having to last-minute cancel dates you don't want. Whatever.
Saturday was a total zoo. First to the hometown for a haircut, and then their printer's festival, which has been a bust for years, but I've been going every year since 1978, and I'm not about to stop.
After that, Mom and I headed over the border to get her paperwork sorted before we go on the Boat. That went well. Then, a lovely lunch at the Albright-Knox (membership has its privileges).
We stumbled across an estate sale, and decided to have a go. Some finds. But estate sales are all a little bit creepy, going through the intimate lives of total strangers, this time some actor/musician/model who was gay in a less-easier time. Very strange to be there. And strangest of all, there was a massive church organ in the living room, with pipes scattered all throughout the house. They wanted $30K for it. Huh.
We then headed to Elmwood Ave for a bit of shopping, and to say hello to Hay, the remainder of the two girls behind the home store we like. Being in the store for the first time without Cort there, seeing Hay -- it got a little emotional. Mom couldn't do the visitation because of border stuff, so she needed to go and bond over missing lives. Hay seems to be doing well, seeing the store as a happy leftover of Cort, rather than the other way around, like I would. Then a bit of shoe shopping and tea, and then back over the ditch.
The Art Garfunkel show was incredible. Separate post on that later.
Very late coming back. And then an early rise for the opening day of Aberfoyle. Bought too much (of course), but stayed within budget (mostly). Some real finds. Mostly art glass which was mispriced, some pieces I didn't really care for, but I wasn't leaving behind for that money (and not that I'm selling them, either). It really is in the hunt. I so enjoy the hunt.
After that, a meatspace meetup with an online friend in Guelph. Nice.
Then, back to Mississauga, to have a birthday dinner for Mom and Dad, some seafood place. All very nice.
Came home, no more time to pack, which I really, really need to finish up tonight, if I am to find out about weight allowances and such. Dammit.
So yeah. Disappointed about Guelph Girl, but the rest all went well. And this is probably crass to say, but being in the Albright-Knox, with its complement of artsy, smart and friendly, pretty staff -- it's a reminder that there are other women out there. Going to New York is such a breath of life in that regard -- adding London to that mix should do me even better.