Things got better after we had breakfast, but we didn’t get to eat it until 11:30. At least afterwards everyone went quiet and I got some good day dreaming in. I imagined I was in a horse-drawn carriage in Latvia on my way to a ball. I sort of woke up when we stopped for the night at this motel in Osoyoos. It has a pool. Thank goodness because it was really hot. Mom immediately pulled out her little bottle of gin and sat around the pool drinking, smoking and reading magazines, talking to other ladies like she was their best friend. She went on and on about her herbaceous border, which I think means her flower garden. That surprised me because at home she never seems that interested in it. Dad’s the one always mucking around with plants, although he could care less about flowers which don’t produce anything practical. “You can’t eat flowers,” he says. I’ve noticed Mom often stretches the truth to other people to make herself look important or classy or something. And usually about things that don’t matter. I don’t get it.
Dad read the paper, big shock. If it’s not the newspaper it’s some boring old plant catalogue showing new varieties of old beans. Or some new research paper on how some beans have better colour than other beans. Yawn. Sidney snuck off to see if there was anything fun happening in town, but she wouldn’t take us because Mom would notice. Bossy pig. When she got back she said the town was dead. Mom and Dad didn’t even notice she had been gone for a whole hour. Mom wanted to go somewhere nice to eat, but I didn’t want to hear the fireworks over Sam’s clothing on the first night so convinced her to order in pizza. I wished we could have cooked something in the cute little stove. The motel kitchen is so small and cosy, but Mom hates to cook anytime and certainly wouldn’t consider doing it on holiday so pizza it was. I long to go camping and have real food cooked over a real campfire. Now that would be great. Another thing that will just have to wait until I am grown up. That list is sure getting long.
We bought some peaches this morning at a little stall by the road. They were really good. Dad totally embarrassed us by making us eat them standing by the side of the road so we didn’t get peach juice all over his precious Chrylser Windsor. People passed and looked at us having to eat peaches by the side of the road. I was so embarrassed I turned my back so no one could see my face. Sam ate four, and then we had to stop because she felt sick and I had to give up my window seat so that she could sit in it and then I felt sick, so I was kind of glad the peaches were all finished.
Travelling all together takes some getting used to. It will go really good and then Sidney will give me a shove and tell me to stay on my side, and then I’ll poke her which I know she hates and then Sam will laugh and Sidney will call her a lesbo. I’m not exactly sure what that means and neither does Sam but it gets Mom and Dad really mad and they turn around and swat at Sidney or else stop the car and give us all a good yelling. Then it goes quiet, Mom brings out jelly beans and everything would be good again.
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