Went on a road trip up to the Sugar Moon Farm with Kathleen, Monica and Naomi for the purpose of eating maple syrup, with perhaps some things to wrap the maple syrup in. Oh my. We did the ‘pouring the hot maple syrup on the snow’ thing, which is the best thing ever. I remember from my halcyon childhood, we would make it spell out our initials or whatever, but in this case we took a popsicle stick and made, like, a lollipop of pure, warm maple syrup with some snow mixed in, and it was pretty much just bliss, right there. I got pancakes with maple syrup, and a hot chocolate with rum and maple whipped cream, and a biscuit with maple butter. You would think this would be too much maple, but you would be wrong. If I die by drowning in a vat of maple syrup, you will know that I died happy.
We also took a tour of the maple shack. Sadly, we’re not quite in season, so it wasn’t really functioning. That meant the Evaporating Room, rather than being a warm womb of maple steam, was actually just a freezing shack. Not that I was looking forward to a maple steam bath OR ANYTHING! The tour was really aimed at kids, so the four Masters students politely stood by quietly and learned about maple.
We also tried to go to the Anna Swan Museum in Tatamagouche, but it was closed, so instead we went to Big Al’s Restaurant, which had an Anna Swan exhibit and also food, because we totally weren’t planning on stuffing our faces completely full at the Sugar Shack an hour later, no. We learned many important things about giants, human nature, and how Shannon just will not tolerate people mispronouncing Tatamagouche. My theory is that people pronounce it like it’s French, when actually it’s Mi’kmaq. And I just looked it up on Wikipedia, and it actually is from a Mi’kmaq word, so my half-assed folk etymology panned out! Whoo! Also, Wikipedia says I pronounce it right. Justified by Wikipedia! Man, that should be a new internet acronym. jbw: Justified by Wikipedia. I bet it’ll have a lot of application, once it catches on.
In other news, I have worked out Not At All this week. Wait, no! I did carry a table piggyback-style that Kathleen and Monica found on the side of the road back to their house after brunch the other day. Does that sentence work? I guess, more importantly, did you get all the elements from it, Internet? Fine, good. I carried a table down the street for a while. It was a super-cute fifties-looking thing, and really little, just for two people. And by the side of the road! Surprisingly easy to carry once I got it into a good position on my back. Piggybacks, man, I tell you, they make everything better. I was really tempted to try to get on the bus with it, though. “This is my brother. He’s disabled.”
Other than that, Reading Week, I’m all over the place, no working out to speak of, eating candy and pancakes all day. Oh my, this is not good. Well, I’ll get back to the club soon enough!
I hung out with my nephew and made good on a promise to play board games with him. I had expected Trouble, because Trouble rules, but apparently a six-year-old is capable of losing a Trouble game (how?) so instead we played the Pokemon board game, and I got my ass so kicked. I was baffled as to how Tyler could be beating me so badly at a game that was all chance, but my brother just told me that Ty cheats, the clever little thing, so now I feel better. Of course, now the question is how a six-year-old was cheating me without my noticing. I’m stupid no matter how you cut it, is the basic issue.