The innocence of youth

Spent much of the day with a pretty much empty mind, doing mindless chores and mindless tasks. Late afternoon, I drove Mes. Ottawacker to her brother’s house in Kanata, from where they were going to their father’s house in Sundridge to do more work on the house (‘positively, absolutely, definitely the last time”). We were pretty lucky with the traffic and made it there in 35 minutes, which, for a Friday afternoon in rush hour, is amazing. Ottawacker Jr. was supposed to be accompanying us, but he had rushed home from school to tell us he was going out with Caelan, see photo, for a “skinny macchiato with cinnamon and shaved gold flakes” or whatever it is they drink/eat there, so, while he loved his mother very much, she would have to go to Kanata without him. Part of me wanted to say “lucky bastard”, but, with the deference owed to youthful endeavour, I just wished him a good afternoon, gave him a clip over the ear for his rudeness, and drove his mother to Kanata.
 
It might have been quick getting there, but it wasn’t getting back. I eventually made it around 5.40, and sat working for about 30 minutes when I got the phone call to come and pick up Ottawacker Jr. from his friend’s house. Having done this, we stopped at New China for takeaway, then settled in to watch The Mummy as our Friday night movie. I might have underestimated the scariness of the movie for a 12-year-old boy (and quite frankly, I was just watching to get my Rachel Weisz fix) but we only made it half-way through before I realised that the last thing I wanted was a disturbed night’s sleep for either of us. In the end, though, there were no problems.