Another busy day for some of us, less for others

Having decided that it was too risky to use the car, we relied upon the kindness of others to transport us around – and, as is often the case, people were more than willing to help out. F’s mum, who had had Ottawacker Jr. over for the sleepover, dropped the boys off for the early soccer match and then swung by to pick us up (we’re thankfully close to the dome) so I could get there and give Ottawacker Jr. his pre-game warm up. Despite a certain “rustiness” on the part of the boys who’d been at the sleepover, they soon got into the groove and banished last week’s defeat quite well, beating a good OSU White team 5-3. Then Rhys’s dad dropped us off at home, where Ottawacker Jr. proceeded to shower and eat and speak to his grandmother in the UK (finally).
 
Then, after a quick catch up about his evening, he got his skates out and was picked up by Hugh’s mum to be taken to another friend’s place and thence out to Wakefield, Qc., for a skate and a sauna at F.’s parents’ cottage. We didn’t see him again until around 5pm. I wonder, sometimes, how he does it. I’m really not that social – and most definitely am not one who can flit around from pillar to post like he does. In the afternoon, Mrs. Ottawacker and I did some cleaning, laundry, made a few calls, and then prepared dinner. Ottawacker Jr. strolled through the door, exhausted, at 5, and then got on for a skype with I,G,M in Victoria.
 
He was shattered. At the cottage, they had been doing the Finnish sauna bit; ice bath followed by heat. If you are not used to it, you have no idea how draining it can be. It’s a “good” tired, but a tired nonetheless. To carry on with the weekend’s maledictions, I broke my glasses – the lens popped out – and the shower tap disintegrated in my hand. I’m taking the car in for “assessment” tomorrow; they charge $185 for a diagnostic. I hate doing all this stuff. I hate talking to people in car dealerships: it just emphasises my own ignorance to myself, and I never know to what extent I am being ripped off. As a result, I always feel I am being…