Long weekend

Well, the May 24th weekend is over, although it's always held on the weekend before the 24th, if the 24th. comes during a week day. It's suppose to be in honour of Queen Victorias birthday but I think most people have lost sight of that fact. It's the weekend when all the summer people come and open up their homes, people go camping, fishing, and generally partying. People line their trailers up for days to be able to get a spot in the parks. Lots of people camp in gravel pits on the sides of the highway. Someone from away once said to me that it's the only place in the world where he's seen people camp in gravel pits. Ha ha. In fact there has been a song written about it. Lots of police on the roads trying to catch drunk drivers. It's rarely nice on this weekend, always cold, with rain or snow, however it doesn't seem to deter many. The general comments are, "well what do you expect, it is May 24th. weekend after all." We are a pretty laid back bunch of people, I must admit. My weekend was busy, between the rain showers, working on the garden. It's never ending. I have the damn Mint and Bugle overtaking some of the beds so am trying to keep on top of it. Today the carpenter is suppose to come and re-do the back deck as a lot of it has started to rot. Any moment at all someone can go sailing down through parts of it. However, wouldn't you know, it's raining, so probably won't get it done today. Ah, well, tomorrow is another day.