Friday, 13 April 2007

I think we are going to live in a moving box

So we are surrounded by boxes - it seem millions of them. Little ones, big ones, some of them have little personalities. I was talking to one today and she said she was severely depressed by the taping job we had done on her. Something about unnecessary bikini line treatment. These, supposedly, singular purpose items are becoming needy and quite vile. I don't want to knowSo we are down to 10 days to moving and:

The septic is still septic - what did we put down there? There are those two missing B&B guests - hmmm

The government building inspector say all is well but won't put it in writing - bloody government employees

Our mortgage lady laughs every time we come into her office; she can't believe the conservative lenders of Canada will give us money - but she does say we're charming. Blimey that's without the banks knowing us. She says no Canadian would get the deal that Alan gets.

We have the moving team in place - abused friends of course

Appliances on order with the moving date in place - we chose them in 7 minutes of arriving in the store. We don't have time to dither about these thing and I wanted a drink.

Electric and plumbing guys are booked

AND - I've lost my sense of humour. I'm becoming my true profile: glum - well think about it the last time we moved we'd had slaves.

However, you should all pop over for the last event at HHH - yes it's going be the last song and dance. I will perform once drunk enough - many enjoy this particular part of the night. Party attendees have referred to it as the "spectacle". I slide, spin, shuffle, wiggle, and then finally lose my balance and head for the floor, usually in a dramatic backward 10 step program - or is that a program I should join? Alan gets rather upset with me and I have to go to bed where I stay for 12 hours. Hey, I fell because my ears were tired and I lost my balance. What's the issue. It's not like I killed the nasty dogs next door that we won't have to listen anymore.

From Alan's point of view it is embarrassing behaviour - even after 20 years of such events he can't look away. Well the "spectacle" is rather just too much fun not to watch. Mind you I don't have one on video. Maybe that has something to do with my singing ability.

Cheers all - keep on moving.
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Sunrise on Saltspring 29 Dec 2006

Sunrise on Saltspring 29 Dec 2006
one very rare morning

Noose around the neck and morning rises

So they did it. Terrified an entire nation killed the bad guy and taught a world how to hate. Well done my fellow North Americans.

However on a brighter side the show yesterday morning created by nature was inspiring. The camera shot below isn't the best but it gives the essence of the event.

It's Saturday afternoon and Alan's out trimming our rather pathetic fruit trees - I believe I'm suppose to join him but I am holding out with excuses of laundry and a dodgy back.

Celebrated Dale's birthday yesterday - Richard does know how to offer up the meat selection but it was all rather tasty. Night before last we were honourable Edmontonians (Alberta). I believe you have to go to cackle school to actually be a full member. The night succumb to schmoosiness when the hens decided on booking tickets for Il Divo. Now if you have n't caught these guys please check out this site:

http://www.ildivo.com/

I would actually like to be one of them but they say I am unable to carry a tune ( smallish hand bag issues) I didn't really think that was a problem - I think they just don't want balding guys in the band. It's so petty.

Always,

Px