Why do they call it "Tourist Season".......

Why do they call it "tourist season" if you're not allow to shoot them? Don't get me wrong I love my small town, but being a vacation/tourist town not always so great. And I don't understand how so many intelligent people can become such senseless morons while on vacation.

Take yesterday as an example. There I am sitting at my desk, minding my own business, working on an actual criminal file when the phone rings. I answer it, knowing full well the person on the other end probably has some stupid question. Boy was I right. It would seem that the local weekly newspaper had an article in it dealing with yard sales and the such. The caller on the other end of the phone, wanted me to send valuable resources to his street to shut down a yard sale because it caused a traffic problem. And he seemed quite insulted when I stated that the RCMP had more important problems to deal with than a couple of cars parked infront of his cottage.

Yep, this isn't even the most bizarre question I've had to deal with. But so is my life in summer.

Speaking of summer, it's been pretty short so far. But we've been taking every advantage of any nice weather we get to take Linden out and doing stuff with him. The plan tomorrow is to take in the vintage car show happening in town. And according to the weather network, it should be a half decent day.

What I'm not looking forward to is the August Long Weekend, or what we affectionately call "Dingaling Weekend" . It is the only weekend of the year where I have to work (barring some major occurrence anyother weekend). Not only do I have to work, but I work the night shift starting at 7:00 PM and working until the sun comes up. Not that I mind, I actually volunteer for that shift. It is definitely the most interesting. Gotta love when people think just because it's a long weekend and our town is having it's annual festival, the laws don't apply. Unfortunately last year a young man lost his life on this said weekend and so this year things are a little different. Gone are the days when the local watering holes could apply for extended hours, have tents set up in their parking lots to accomodate double the people and gone is the annual Sunday night social that has been going on for as long as I can remember. The more and more I contemplate this, the more I am convinced that this year will be worse than last. Instead of being confined to a fenced in bar area or a social hall, I predict mass packs of young adults wandering the streets with no regard. I think I should start stock piling sleep now.

On a lighter, not so stress-inducing (or maybe not) note. My little boy is growing up. He has officially started walking, or should I say running for the last month or so. And man does he keep us busy. Not only has he started walking/running but he has a new trick or climbing. Hubby found him on top of the coffee table the other day, clapping because he was so proud of himself.

So between work, Linden and all the other little things life has been what you might call a little crazy but somehow we are making it work. And I may not always get to update my blog as often as I would like, but I think about it often and have good intentions of doing it. Finding the time however is the difficult part.