A Sunday of being rushed around

Why is it when you want to do something, you almost inevitably have 100 other things come along to take precedence? So, a day of rushed “approximate packing”, followed by phone calls – all the while Mrs. Ottawacker taking Ottawacker Jr. on his weekend bus trip to places unknown. All within Ottawa, of course.

In the afternoon, we had decided to go over to J’s place, as Mrs. Ottawacker’s brother had asked if we needed any furniture from the house before it was all donated to charities, deserving and other. J had died just before new year at 95, and her house was a treasure trove of bits and bobs, many of which I would have liked, but not many of which we would have had room for. So, we dropped Ottawacker Jr. at his Sooners Dome practice, and then drove over to the other side of Kanata for a brief nose around, then picked him up again, and drove back to Ottawa, where I cooked dinner.