Move, Formula 1, off with the kid

And once again, there is a slight change of plans. Guess what, we have rented out our apartment. This has happened completely to our surprise. One should notice that we did inform the office of the building that we were willing to sublet the place due to the house, we are moving in, but that it will go that fast, no one has expected. Partly it is my fault I guess. NB! Never clean up your place, buy flowers, make it look very nice and enjoyable and leave for vacations. You see what's happening.
So, we have to be out of our apartment by July 1. Ups, that is the biggest moving day in Quebec. But not to worry.
Thanks to Smith, Randy, Jones, Grout, Stellman and Kvist families we were able: quickly organize and start resending our mail, get to water the flowers (oh my, I hope that will work), get a roof over our heads, get moving suggestions and just not to panic. All in less then 24 hours. Good, now I can relax?! (Rhetoric question)

Formula 1 is coming to town and guess what... we are going this time. Yes, and it is right. And it is right on Mortens birthday. So, that is the way to celebrate him (not that I have already forced him to fly on a float plane as a present anyway). As usual with massive plans exactly on the same weekend (Scavenger hunt, David is off to a birthday party, David has a violin concert), we will be able to spare some time over the weekend and even on Saturday to attend this event. And just being on the street on that particular weekend is something else. Last year, exactly at this time, we were on our reallocation trip and oh boy, it was fun. Ferraries, Porsche, you name it, are all over the streets. The owners are showing off their cars and some of them, look at the car under the tent, go to that extreme is to hire a person to wipe off the rain drops from the car the second it hits it. Fun, right?

And to finish it up we have  a very good news. David is off for a camp for 5 days (somewhere in Ontario region). The guy was so excited that I could barely made his to pack his stuff by himself.(wait, did I misunderstood something, was I suppose to pack his bag?).  But his parents were even more excited. (I don't even remember how it is to have a live with one kid only.) I was mostly looking forward for the parents giving each other "high five" as soon as the bus would leave the school.  Remember, our kids are all 10-11 years old pre-teens, who know the world better then us, and who think that we are old and very embarrassing ;-( I know that David will have a great time with his friends and bugs, having fun learning, swimming, listening to the teachers (I am so optimistic today) and just enjoying his life  in the wood during the rain.