Back in July, Emma had a one week horse camp in Delta. She absolutely loved it, I’m not sure I’ve seen her get as excited or interested in anything quite like this. I’m not sure if or when we will return to the stables, as we haven’t quite yet won the Lotto 6/49.
Check out the determination in Emma’s expression below. When she wants to do something, she can really put her mind to it.
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This post falls under the category “dumbest thing evah.” Well, the post isn’t that dumb (I don’t think) but what it describes certainly fills this description. I was at the store with the kids, waiting in line at the check out. There were a pair of people ahead of me buying a bunch of stuff, including a new backpack. As is common, everything was getting packed into plastic bags. The kicker was when the backpack was also placed in its own plastic bag. The fact that neither purchaser nor checkout person saw the folly in this was astounding. Why a person needs a BAG to carry a BAG, I’m not sure I’ll ever know or understand. My kids didn’t have any problems seeing the dumbness of it either. I guess it’s no big deal but it really makes me wonder. If these people are average citizens in our community, what hope do we have in sorting out societal and environmental problems if the same people in the community have an apparent lack of ability to think critically, or think at all, in their day to day activities? So yes, it’s no big deal but it also frustrates the hell out of me.
I just witnessed one of the most amazing sights ever.
My neighbour was on his deck, scraping and cleaning his soffits. Actually, I’m not entirely sure what he was doing. Whatever it was, he decided to use some protection. He was wearing a paper bag over his head, with holes cut out for his eyes. I have no idea if the bag was protecting his eyes, his lungs, or possibly his brain from evil soffit rays. No matter what it was that he meant to do, it was goddamn funny. Funny as in, “The Onion couldn’t even make this shit up” funny. My friend Paul tried to take a picture, but I think the guy realized that people were laughing and pointing at him, and he ran inside.
Being a responsible neighbour, I ducked under the bush so he wouldn’t see me laughing.
A (short) conversation with my daughter:
me: Emma, what are you doing?
E: Stapling.
M: You’re using a lot of staples
E: I’m making things very stapley
Ah, I love talking with my kids!
Last weekend I gave my apple trees to a neighbour of mine. I couldn’t stomach another year of fighting coddling moth, where I would have to spend hours walking around the trees and slipping nylon socks over the apples for protection. I considered keeping the trees simply for their aesthetic value but I thought I would growing some soft fruits instead. I opted for blueberries and raspberries. Raspberries are my favorite berry but I’ve heard that they can be difficult to grow on the coast. Blueberries should flourish though.
I chose four different varieties of blueberries, trying to target early, mid an late season growing: Reka (early), Toro (mid), Hardy (mid) and Dixi (late). The raspberry I bought was a Tulameen, and we already have some unidentified raspberry bush established. I think both are summer bearing.
After another bad experience Wednesday morning, I think it’s time for me to go on the wagon. Tuesday night I went to the pub with my buddy Indra, who was visiting from Korea. I had 3 pints of beer over a meal and 4 hours. The next day I had a splitting headache until about 1pm, it was painful. This followed a series of similar hangovers in the past month or two. A few weeks ago I had one beer and one glass of wine, and the next day I felt like I was on my deathbed until late afternoon. The same thing happened a few weeks ago. Going back to the Christmas holidays, one night I actually started getting hungover at 11pm, before getting to bed! My body just doesn’t seem to agree with alcohol anymore. I haven’t completely given up yet though, as I’m sure I’ll keep trying to drink beer for a few more months. But something tells me that the writing is on the wall…
