Days 6, 7 and 8

Day 6 started at oh-my-god o’clock with a walk to the bus station. It was too early for anything to be open, so thankfully I had an oatcake and a bottle of water. The bus was full, and it took over an hour to get to the airport because of all the stops we had to make. To pass the time (and take my mind of my empty stomach) I knit, read, texted my cousin (along the lines of “where are you now?” “on the bus” “where?” “how should I know?”) and watched a movie on Ivor [1]. At a stop somewhere between Moncton and Saint John I got a muffin and some coffee.

Finally arrived in SJ, and was met by my cousin. We ditched my stuff in his car, and proceeded to walk all over the city [2]. Included in our walk was a stop at a used book store that also sold coins and post cards, and I found a bunch of North Bay and Dionne Quintuplet cards. I bought them for my boss, who’s got an impressive collection of North Bay post cards, and because my library has an impressive collection of Dionne Quintuplet memorabilia.

The next day, my cousin and I headed out to the Carleton Martello Tower and the Saint John Museum. The tower was lovely, but the museum felt like it had been put together by several different groups, and no one talked to anyone else while they put things together. There was no continuity, and no attempt to standardize how things were labeled.

Day 8 (Thursday) dawned cool and rainy. My attempt to hang clothes on the line was laughed at. Eventually, the laundry was done, last minute groceries were acquired, and we left for Moncton to pick up my sister at the airport. A few hours later, we were in the Fatherland, Lameque, having dinner with my aunt and cousin and her husband. Much merriment ensued, and then my sister and I went to our final stop at my grandmother’s, where we were staying along with my parents and other sister, b-i-l, and The Neph.

[1] My iTouch.
[2] An exaggeration, to be certain, but it felt like it.