The craziness continues to mount. There is usually a curve to the work load, they're nice enough to ease you into it, but this year it's somewhat more exponential than I'm accustomed to. Perhaps this feeling is an artifact of my rather intuitive, easy going summer job. Regardless, I just read a great piece articulating what I'm going through to the letter. You can read it here by clicking here.

The article is really quite good, But I just found myself thinking the whole way through, why didn't you just stick with it. But then I realized, that's the entire mindset he's criticizing, and I suppose I represent that invading foreign brain power he so often mentions.

But regardless of work, I went on a spur-of-the-moment road trip this weekend. It was a great escape. A long over due break from the city and the prospect of mounting workloads. For reasons all to frustrating to mention I had a car rented to run errands on Saturday. The good people at Budget gave me unlimited kilometers, so naturally we made them regret it.

With hastily packed bags we burst onto the highway and out across rural Nova Scotia with our sights set on Amherst and surrounding area. You know, a highway with a speed limit of 110 kph is so much more practical. Everyone always does 20 kph over the maximum anyway, so this just makes driving at 130 kph acceptable. However, it wasn't uncommon to see cars passing by at what must have been 150 kph or faster, a rare occurrence at home.

Either way, after passing through miles of featureless forest, toll highways, a massive Short wave radio array, and driving alongside a never ending freight train we finally made it. Total Roadkill count: 1 raccoon (near miss).

I must say, I enjoy spending time with Jen's Grandparents. They remind me of my own grandparents. Talking to them transports me back to the time when I could spend time with my Granda, Nanny, and Dad Ryan. It was something I unfortunately took for granted back then, too young to understand that they wouldn't be here forever. I do adore Jen's Grandparents, they're some of the sweetest, nicest people I've ever met and an untold secret, they're perhaps the main reason I enjoy going to Amherst so much. When time and tiredness allowed we took in the local sights, stopping to crawl through the remains of Fort Lawrence, old french fort, one that the British and loyalist forces thankfully crushed.


But either way, it was nice. An old farm house, classic farming country, and being one of only a handfull of the non-obese people around. Crickets, cows, forest, everything the city couldn't provide including the rural styled night life. But that's the subject of another post, one that I'll write and post after I see a counsellor to come to terms with what I saw and what happened.