Today was a holiday here in Quebec. St. Jean Baptiste, often referred to simply as La Fête nationale though old habits die hard, the traditional Christian name sticks even for this non-religious writer. There are the usual festivities of barbecues, kids activities, outdoor concerts and fireworks, but today we ended up avoiding most of the party.
I needed to finish mowing the lawn, and I had to bring the kids to another soccer game. By the time everything was done, we went to our local pool which was doing a big barbecue, but the water was a touch chilly. The kids swan for a good while, but the temperature sapped their strength and as we finished eating it started to rain, so instead of sticking around we made for home and popped in a movie. The kids were out cold by around nine so we put them to bed and stayed in rather that drag them out to go see fireworks. Clearly it didn’t rain enough to stop those, because I heard them from my house just after 10pm. Next weekend is Canada day, so maybe we’ll have better weather and make it out to more of the local entertainment.
I think I’m going to wrap up the night by sitting down with a good book and a cup of herbal tea. The kids are out of school for the summer, and because the holiday fell on a weekend I get tomorrow off work so I can read late and not have to worry about having to wake up early.