Monday Night in Gatineau (October 1st, 2012)

David arrived home around 8pm from studying at the library. He says he reads cases until he loses concentration, then walks around taking a little break and then continues to read again (no wonder so many lawyers become alcoholics). Gross. I do not miss my university studies for this very reason. I sometimes have a hard time concentrating for more than five minutes. I blame Little Dragon for this. Dave will come home and tell me about a case and then I hear the Dragon roar from the other room and my mind is gone. Oh the joys of being a mom.

We decided we would go for a little walk for Family Home Evening (a Mormon ritual in which a family takes a night of the week, usually a Monday, off and spends quality time together. Usually doing some sort of cheesy activity like a board game and lesson based on Gospel teachings/scriptures.). Okay, so we go for a walk and this makes my day, as Little Dragon had been feeding every two hours and was super duper clingy. The fresh air and my arms free and moving by my side felt empowering. Dave wanted to walk to the Museum of Civilization even though it was closed and I supported this idea as I saw on Google maps that a bibliotheque (that’s library in French, look at me go) was across the street. I am tremendously pumped to get a library card here. I figure I could get some French children’s books and a guy at church suggested watching Disney movies on the French track, to help me learn the language faster. Great idea!  

We have almost reached the end of the museum buildings and still can’t find the local library that was to be directly across the street. David asked a gentleman who was sitting by the museum and smoking a cigarette where the heck the library was. I’m not exactly sure how he asked him because the conversation was all in French. I am starting to get annoyed with this. For all I know it could have went down like this: David- “ Hey man, do you know where the library is? My wife is kinda crazy and she is getting impatient.” Limo driver (I failed to mention this before, but he was driving a limo)- “You’re lucky because it’s just across the street. My wife is crazy too. Be careful, they get crazier the more kids they have.” David- “And I thought just having one kid was bad enough.” Limo driver- “Do you like French bread?” David- “Yeah, it’s pretty good. Well, see ya.” I am pretty sure that’s what they said.

It turned out the library was just across the street and it shares the same building as the townhall. The building did not look very impressive in the least bit from the front. We decided to investigate a bit more and walked around the block to the side and back of the building. I will try to get some pictures of of what the front of the building vs. the back so you get a full understanding of how hidden this place is. (I'm not blind/crazy!)

I wanted to know what door to enter in the future (cause there are a lot of doors) that actually leads to the library. I tried to see through the darkened windows, but I couldn’t make out any books in any of them. David thought it best to ask the night security guard if he knew which door. Now remember the Frenchie guy from that we met from the McCafe? Guess who the security guard was? Yep, it was that very friendly, singing, in love with all women, stereotypical French guy; him again. My life is like a movie. Go figure.

We decided the next time we see this guy we would invite him over for dinner. Just kidding. Not quite.  But we will find out what his name is. We shall call him Geon for now.

This is pretty much what he looks like.