Cabin Time
Posted on August 12, 2007
Filed Under Personal |
This past weekend, I went to visit K and her grandparents at their cabin near Barrhead. I must say, I had a total blast.
It was great to just chill out in the country, and hangout with good people (both K and family, as well as the other people that the community). We went quadding, played “sticks” (Allan, get ready, you will soon be learning to play this game), and generally just hung around and did relaxing cabin stuff.
It was a very fun, and relaxing weekend. Of course, now I want my own summer cabin, which is not exactly a realistic possibility that I can see in my future–not for many, many years, at any rate.
Comments
6 Responses to “Cabin Time”
Leave a Reply
Adam, we may both be Canadian but I need a little bit of west-to-east translation here! What’s ‘quadding’ when it’s at home, and what is this intriguing game called ’sticks’? Inquiring minds…
Jen, quadding is exactly what you think it is–driving around on a quad. We were out in the country (cabin, cottage, you know the deal), so we hit the trails around the cabin for most of the day on Saturday.
Sticks is…well, I think it may have been invited by K’s family. It’s a card game, and it involves popsicle sticks. I’ll try and give a full description in a future post (it’s actually fairly simple, but I think it’s easier to learn by doing, than by reading about it).
And a ‘quad’ is…? Oh, wait, that’s what a Maritimer would call a ‘wheeler’ or ATV. Translation accomplished!
I’ll be looking out for your ’sticks’ instructions post, always keen to learn a new game. If I do happen to miss it, however, and if you think of it, want to drop a link on my blog? — I suspect it’s the kind of post that would interest a nummber of my readers as well.
Sorry, Jen. I assumed that “quad” was a universal term, and that you were unsure of the context, rather than the word itself.
As for “sticks,” yeah, I’ll drop a link in your comments section or send you an email to let you know when I’ve posted the instructions.
I was thinking about this last night, in the context of blogging. Here we are, trying to communicate with people around the world - people with many different mother tongues - and it’s a challenge to be sure we’re ’speaking the same language’ even when we’re in the same country, speaking the same language! One of the things that makes life so interesting…
That’s absolutely true, Jen, and it is quite amazing, when you think about it. Hell, there are people from other parts of the world who are supposedly speaking English, but I’ll be damned if I can understand them!
Heck, sometimes I can’t even understand my fellow Canadians, if they’ve got a heavy Maritime accent (especially if it’s a Newfie accent), or a real thick Ottawa Valley accent.
Add slang and local dialects to the mix and, well, it’s amazing that English ever managed to become the lingua franca of the modern era.