Wow! What a weekend. Admittedly a little brisker than the week that preceded it, but a beautiful, unseasonably warm weekend nonetheless.
We’re in full swing around here, trying to get ready for our upcoming move. Mr. KB spent most of the weekend working outside and in the garage dealing with tools, car parts and whole cars. The Smalls played outside on their bikes and loved every moment of the sunshine. Meanwhile, I tried to get a handle on Mount Laundry and pack more boxes in the house. I also arranged to close our Enbridge account, move our Hydro One account and our Internet/cable/phone account. By the way Rogers works, it would appear that we will be offline for almost a week while they dilly-dally the days away, but it is what it is. At least Hydro One doesn’t have the same moving/hook up procedures! No electricity for almost a week would be much harder to deal with than no cable and phone (no internet connection is likely what will drive us the craziest!).
After working all day (with a small break to take the boy-smalls for a ‘real’ bike ride (on the side of the road, no less!), Mr. KB and I decided to take all the smalls for a drive and pick up pizza for an impromptu pizza picnic in Jackson’s Point, in Bonnie Park. It was definitely getting chillier by that time, but the kids loved their pizza (thank you again, Pizzaville – you rock!) and then walking the pier. We headed home.
But prior to that we encountered the crime scene. Or, the accident scene. Or, just a cheesy Canadian television production in progress (good job hiding the equipment and cameras, guys!), maybe the Real Housewives of Sutton is finally in production? (’bout time, y’all!). Yellow police tape closed off an entire parking lot, and there was a 5×5 square within the parking lot yellow taped. And people (police?) were standing around it peering down and looking at the ground. We didn’t stop (although Sutton is deserted on Sundays after 5pm) because it appeared that they had things under control (and our pizza order was waiting for us). The absence of ambulance led us to believe that no one was hurt, so we decided to stick with the plan and pick up our pizza.
But, you know small towns. Everyone knows everything that happens before it actually happens and Sutton is no different. I learned in Pizzaville that according to the convenience store owner said that some “unidentified meat” had been discovered and the police were investigating. Now, I’m not a professional investigator, but I don’t think it takes a lot of thought to figure out that it’s unlikely that the kafuffle is because someone tossed a steak or a chick leg out their car window. Ewwwww.
On our way (with our pizza) to the park, there was a person unloading equipment from a CSI’esque SUV. The plot thickens, hmmmmm? I won’t repeat all of the rumours, but if an official explanation is released, I will update.  I know that there is nothing I hate more than a story with no closure or proper ending (yes, No Country For Old Men – I’m talking to YOU!).
Oh, and it is absolutely freezing out today. I love it when Mother Nature flips us the bird. Well played, Madame, is all I can (cleanly) say.  😉
And how was your weekend? Any unidentified meat or other strange goings on?