High Steaks

Jenn and I have made the move. We're in Caronport now. It's strange to be away from places like D'Anjou and St. Jean Baptiste, and to hear no more French chatter everywhere we go. Wednesday (June 13) we flew back to Regina. It was weird to be back at 3414 as a visitor instead of a housemate -- though I am quite glad to be moving in with my wife. We spent the day doing errand sort of things, and headed over to Jordon and Jill's for the night. Thursday they told us, "You guys feel like chomping down some steaks?" A nice harty steak after so much running around? No reply needed! They were huge, juicy, and homegrown. The best. Steak #1.

Friday we picked up our U-Haul and made our epic trek to Caronport. The move was a smooth one. Cory and Rachel gave us some couches, and set us up with some cleaning supplies and even our first batch of food for supper! (Food is sometimes forgotten in the busyness of moving, so we were estatically grateful.)

We arrived in Caronport in the early afternoon, and found the painters still hard at work in our apartment. We were to live in the building next door, but they had some plumbing problems, and had to move us to 342 instead. Because of the quick move, their painters had some quick work to get done before we could fully move in. (It's not quite done yet, but Doug the Housing Guy said I could do it, and he'll pay me. So that's just fine with me.) Anyways, the painters turned out to be very nice people and ended up inviting us to their home for supper. And what did they serve us? Steak! Big steaks, the size of a dinner plate. That's a lot of beef, and two days in a row! On our way home, Jenn said, "I think that's as much steak as I can handle for a while!"

Our second day in Caronport was our unpacking and make-the-kitchen-and-living-room-look-good day. That's about it. Sunday we slept in due to exhaustion. Sometime in the afternoon, our doorbell rang. A man named Stafford was standing there and invited us over for supper that night. He and his wife Jo are new to Caronport too (they moved here just 3 weeks ago). They saw our U-Haul and thought they'd be hostpitable and invite us over. They ended up being connected to the Alliance Church and to CBC since Jo was a student there two years before I was. So we know some of the same people. Stafford is an accoustic guitar player and pseudo-hockey fan like me, so that was fun too. And what did they serve us? Tenderloin . . . pork. We were secretly afraid of more steak, but pork was an excellent surprise.

So, I think all this meat-eating has cured us for a little while. On our honeymoon in Niagra Falls, we couldn't seem to find an affordable place to eat steak the whole time. And so now we've had our fill.