Sunday Afternoon in the Forest

All this diameter and it was only about a foot wide in the thickest spot. A little bit, it looks like a monster hand is about to do my husband in.

Of course.

C'est moi avec une arber! (I don't conjugate stuff, I make it up.)


My Mike.

And the gorgeous day we had.

We hiked for a little over an hour in the UBC Research Forest Sunday afternoon. I foolishly just wore my Birk's and got nature all over my foot when I stepped in a bit of a sink-hole. It was a beautiful day spent chatting and walking with my man and we plan to do it much more often now that we remember how amazing this place is.

A case of "The Tuesdays"

I'm feeling 'blah'. The sun is shining. There have been fabulous moments with amazing people. I even made delicious cocktails last night. I'm just feeling 'blah'. But it's Tuesday (my most dreaded day) so there's hope that I might pull out some sunshine from this week yet.

I've noticed that Tuesday is possibly the worst day of the week. Monday is the start of a new week. Wednesdy is hump-day. Thursday is almost Friday. Friday and Saturday are the weekend. And Sunday starts the anticipation of a new week. Where does this leave Tuesdays? Nowhere. I don't if there's a coffee out there that could fix me up a tolerable Tuesday.

Today I had a good laugh as I left a friend's house. Her young son loves all things that go: trains, cars, buses. If the kid ever makes it onto a plane, I fear he might never get off of it. So, here's how it played out:

Mom: "Go get your shoes on, we're walking to school."
Son: "But, mommy, I want to take the bus."
Mom: "It's a beautiful sunny day, we're going to walk to school and get some exercise because we're all too fat."
Son: "But, mommy, we're not too fat for the bus!"

Love it.

Birch Bay on Friday night was just what we needed! After we made it through a 3 1/2 hour border line up. And after discovering, roughly 2 3/4 hours in, that my license had expired back in February. (My passport expired in March.) My license situation turned our last 30-45 miuntes from a deliriously fantastic Ben Folds sing-along into stunned silence, worrying about being turned back once they saw my invalid face on the plastic. Probably in our favour, there was a changing of the guards and we were the first people up to the new guy. He was so nice and didn't even notice the boo-boo with my ID. We celebrated at a little Mexican place with chicken fajitas (El Cantina De Playa...or something like it...I don't know Spanish, but that'll do). And back at the trailer we celebrated with some Red Bicyclette Syrah and Yellow Tail Shiraz...who needs fancy when you've got frugal.

I did rectify my license situation today. That's why I was confident enough to post about it:) I had no idea that there is no smiling now in DL photos, just like passport photos! And I had only practiced making my smiling face. I can't wait to see what I have to live with for the next 5 years in approximately 10 days (*note the scathing sarcasm).

And this morning our landlords informed Mike that a bear had broken into our garbage can-which is stored outside beside the house's garage-and strewn our garbage all over the lawn and into the forest. Seems he climbed up the lattice on the fence and damaged our gate a little in the process. I now jingle my keys all the way to our door so I don't surprise any unsuspecting animals that could do me serious bodily harm.

I can hear my landlord fixing the gate now. If I had a hammer...

In recent news...

We've now got 4 guppies that live with the frogs. We were in the neighbourhood, stopped in at Big Al's on a whim and brought home 4 new friends: Carl, Siggy, Ivar, and Burrhus Frederic (name that theme!). They frogs-especially 8 year old Nelson-were a little unsure of what was happening in their world but seem to be adjusting. They have mini conch-type shells in the aquarium and the frogs make good use of hiding in them.

I finished my first ever sock monkey for the nephew's first birthday. I delivered it today...2 days late. Those things aren't as easy as they look! I forgot to take a picture of the monkey and our nephew but I'll put it on the "To Do" list with the rest of it. Baby boy's birthday was beautiful and busy with bountiful booty (I do adore alliteration:). That's what happens when your family could pass as the population of a small African country.

My man and myself are looking forward to a night in Birch Bay this weekend. I am ecstatic for a change in venue, the prospect of delicious wine for few clams, and the ocean. Just a few more days and we'll be running for the border.

Ahh, I can hear the power-hungry, joyous border gaurds even now.