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Monday, April 16, 2012: Annie and I head to Montreal. The key to a successful car trip? Strange new candy, bien sur! Found on sale at the Stop and Shop. Something akin to a box of Pockys.

The highlight of the road trip north was the Vermont rest stop that has beautiful, Vermont-made objects and is the site of the Vermont Viet Nam Veteran’s Memorial.

Inside the actual rest stop, Annie and I got a kick out of a record player thingymabob that you could make work (for FREE!). It was housed in an ornate wood-inlay cabinet and it had a perforated metal disc (as big as an old 33″) which made noise when it passed over little metal tines, like an old player-piano. We didn’t have our camera so I can’t show you a picture. Does anyone know the name of this kind of contraption (twinkly bonus points!!! I SWEAR they mean something, I just don’t know what yet).

There was a beautiful wooden canoe and a rocking chair and a loom which you were allowed to weave on (but we didn’t).

You already know that one low point of our trip north was the stern (think riding crop, thigh-high leather boots) border guard who chided me for trying to parle en francais. The drive went downhill from there, the Quebec borderlands being ugly-as-sin: flat, dusty farmland dotted with mostly ugly houses (except for the really old stone ones), boarded up businesses, lack of appropriate signage, &c.

The most charming thing I saw on Highway 55 Quebec were the yellow cautionary “Old North Wind Blowing” signs, but didn’t take a photo of those. I also took one wrong turn, due to the aforementioned bad signage and maybe in small part also due to my traveling companion’s relative newness as a map-reader.

That evening, we visited our friend Nora at the Shriner’s Hospital on the mountain, a beautiful area of hospitals, McGill University, old stone buildings, and Euro-style villas. This was the site of my FIRST EVER wrong-way turn onto a one-way street. (Again, I blame the Quebecois for their utter lack of appropriate directional signage).

Now, because the trip was already 2 weeks ago and I’ve bored you to tears with verbiage, I will let the pictures tell the story:

I thought it was a funny name for a spa

cow building around the corner from our b and b

hanging wabbits, vewwy scawwy

FISH SPA

(I happen to know what this is, do you? twinkly bonus points, people, but Hubby is not allowed to answer)

beautiful doorway, oh how I love thee

and another (and you know how I feel about transom windows)

cupcake shop right on our street! pretty, yummy, and a very nice proprietor: www.dliche.ca

details, baby

cherry blossoms, not as fabulous as the curlicue scroll but I like it

RANT ALERT! You have been forwarned!

beautiful anemone (-ae?) at the Biodome, which was rather a disappointment, to be honest, not only because where the fuck were all the animals, but for our folly as humans on so many levels. The Biodome, creating interior environments just for our pleasure and edification, the whole Olympic Park complex, all of that ugly concrete, all of that money, all of the maintenance, even if the Olympic pool was AWESOME and the anemone are pretty amazing as well as vagina-like and other orifices-like

I know this is long. I thought of breaking it up into two parts, but it would just be more photos, so just one more and I’ll quit

I loved the turquoise color on the walls and I like how my gaze is slightly heavenward (even if I sort of hate the way I look in the photo otherwise). I’m not even peeing or naked!

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Many lovely, small moments transpired on our road trip up to Montreal on Monday, but today’s post will not inform you of those.

Certainly one of the most interesting things to happen on Monday was when we drove to visit our friend in the hospital and I followed a car (with Quebec plates!) the wrong way onto a one-way street.

Life is so different in Canada!

My entire experience in Quebec has been colored slightly by my interaction with the border guard on Monday:

BG: Bonjour!

moi: Bonjour!

BG: Parlez-vous anglais?

moi: Oui!

BG: If you speak English, then do not speak French.

Well, Bienvenue to you, too, you French-Canadian so-and-so!

We are staying in a lovely room, with the most sensible compact kitchenette I have ever seen.

Annie et moi dans le restaurant FRITES ALORS!

the infamous water spot in the middle of my lens seems to be more prominent since we’ve arrived in Montreal

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And now for some difficult news: we found out yesterday morning that our dear cat, Miss Lilly, was hit by a car. Yes, we have been juggling that information from afar for 24-hours (also relaying it to China where Violet will be terribly upset as Miss Lilly is really her cat).

Here is what we know: she was outside and came in yesterday (Tuesday) morning, in very bad shape. The house sitter and a good friend brought the cat to the vet.

Lilly was in shock, no tone in her tail, one hind leg working, the other not, scraped nails (indicative of car hit). No open wounds, no bleeding. low temp, low tone.

Since yesterday, she has been on intravenous fluids and pain meds and her temperature has recovered slightly, but they still need to keep her warm with heating pads and hot water bottles. She has not eaten, nor pee/poo.

There are no visible fractures to legs, pelvis, or spine, which means there has likely been impact trauma to the spinal cord. Sometimes, as swelling goes down, more functioning is restored. We are now waiting for further signs of whether there is spinal cord damage or if perhaps only her leg/hindquarters were impacted. They need to wait until she poops or pees to know if she’s able to function or not. She does have the use of one of her legs, a good sign. A cat can live without its tail and even without a leg, but not bowel or bladder function. So we wait. I call and get updates several times a day. I can’t see her until we are back in the States tomorrow (we will arrive later tonight).

Very hard.

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Me and the young’un are heading to Montreal.

Before I think the better of it, I am going to post a video of myself singing a French song. If you have any better ideas, you do your own music monday. I already did a driving in the car post, maybe more than one, so I’m trying to keep it fresh.

Erin O’Brien over at the Owner’s Manual is not only a published author of renown, but also used to do quite a lot of youtube videos. Did she ever sing on them? Further research would have to be conducted by yours truly before I could answer that; but she makes me a little braver than I might otherwise have been had she not boldly paved the way for a blogging chick like me.

The word is reign, from regner; not rain, from pleurer:

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