This summer has been full. I've tried giving up saying busy. Busy doesn't cover it. Nor do people really understand what one means by busy. We are all busy. Anyway. It's been a summer full of travel. Full of swim lessons in the rain. Art camp with clay. Watching a dear friend move away.
We just returned from our last summer trip to Philly for my cousin's wedding. It was a lovely weekend event to see "east coast" side of the family. I hardy get to see them now, when as a child, I would see them weekly. Or at least monthly. And those farther away (the ends of the earth it was, those who lived 3 hours by car) were seen once or twice a year. We are all grown now. All adults. All different. Yet still bound by a familiar glue that makes getting together easy. and comfortable. But maybe that was just the wine talking.
The day after the wedding, Smith & I stole away from the hotel in the wee hours of the morning to take a train to NY. Baba (aka grandma) sweetly offered to amuse the kids for the day as we celebrated Smith's birthday. We left before the first demands of the day were uttered. We felt like teenagers sneaking out in the night. We left the lush green environs of Pennsylvania suburbia to next breathe the air on the streets of NY. It was a bit surreal.
[interject a scathing remark about the lack of civilized public transportation in Texas here.]
We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then strolled to MOMA for the Richard Serra exhibit. We had seen an interview with the artist on PBS about this retrospective and were blown away by the clarity of his speech - the depth with which he spoke about his work. MOMA was crowded (even on a Monday morning first thing) but we were able to take it all in. Encountering the work without any background one would most likely be underwhelmed by the work. Mammoth slabs of metal leaning on each other, or curved around in funky shapes? sigh. But it is the process of these works and the development from one phase of his exploration to the next that gives each piece its richness. This isn't necessarily "art" in the sense of seeing beauty or being presented with a vision of the artist. These works seem more like the artist's explorations of simple nature - what does it mean "to lift?" what does that look like? How can it be expressed? His later works - he blows the question up to a large scale and forces the viewer into the art - what does this space feel like? What do you see here? Why? Our train ride home was full of artful musings.
Happy Birthday Honey.
I'd walk a hundred miles to look at large slabs of lead with you any day.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Woe to the Spammers
In 6 days since I last checked email, I have 380 emails awaiting me in various accounts.
Sadly, I have to glance through the "junk" pile too as my filter is a little too good. Lately I've found a plumbing quote I've been waiting for and a birth announcement from a friend I'd lost touch with. So Woe to the spammers!
May your male parts wither
May your suffer gangrene from your faux rolex
May all your international pharmacies be filled with sugar pill placebos
May your only human communication be in randomly generated jibberish
May all your software deals physically melt your computer from the inside out
May you become an indentured slave to nigerian royalty
And may your new career opportunity find you unemployed in greenland.
Sadly, I have to glance through the "junk" pile too as my filter is a little too good. Lately I've found a plumbing quote I've been waiting for and a birth announcement from a friend I'd lost touch with. So Woe to the spammers!
May your male parts wither
May your suffer gangrene from your faux rolex
May all your international pharmacies be filled with sugar pill placebos
May your only human communication be in randomly generated jibberish
May all your software deals physically melt your computer from the inside out
May you become an indentured slave to nigerian royalty
And may your new career opportunity find you unemployed in greenland.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Ah. Finally Complete!
I have finally completed the Vancouver Vacation (aptly shortened to Vancation) postings. New photos. New comments. Perhaps more misspellings. Eventually, I'll post to flickr too for the whole she-bang. Right now, 75% of me is still calm and relaxed from vacation.
The other 25% has been focusing on: our first trip to the ER (thankfully no stitches, just some glue for N). A slumber party for me with the girls. J's 2nd birthday. National Night Out party at our house. Organizing the next airplane trip to a wedding in Philly. A scolding at the pool from another mom who was aghast that my 2 year old walked over part of her blanket with muddy feet...
The other 25% has been focusing on: our first trip to the ER (thankfully no stitches, just some glue for N). A slumber party for me with the girls. J's 2nd birthday. National Night Out party at our house. Organizing the next airplane trip to a wedding in Philly. A scolding at the pool from another mom who was aghast that my 2 year old walked over part of her blanket with muddy feet...
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Vancation - Thursday, August 2nd
Good Bye Vancouver!
A long, blurry day. Up early to wait for delayed departure. The flight crew got in very late the night before and they have a mandated amount of rest before flying again. So we wait. At there very least, we get to thoroughly explore the playscape I eyeballed over the railing on the way in. So handy.
In Dallas, we have another long wait for a delayed plane. We strike up a conversation with folks we saw napping in Vancouver this morning - they are headed to Austin after all. They have a lovely little girl and she and Jasper have fun playing. They look vaguely familiar. Don't they? Or do they just look like cool Austin people in the sea of travelers?
It is not until I'm at the bookstore 2 days later till in dawns on me who this family is. As my fingers slide towards the new Jasper Fforde book my eyes fall on:
This book has been popping up in my consciousness lately and I decide to look at it yet again. I'm pretty sure this guy was on my swim team way back when. And I flip it over and see the author on the back. Yup. That's the guy from the airport. Small world ya'll.
Vancation - Wednesday August 1st
Our last sunny day.
Initially, we had plans to check out of our place today and check in to the lovely swank hotel whose escalator deposits you at the departure counter of the airport. It looks most elegant from down at the bottom. The restaurant is top notch. We have an early flight tomorrow and it makes sense to be there instead of hurrying from farther away. And I’ve always wanted to stay there.
Until. A) Our host informed us that his next guest wasn’t coming until Friday so we could stay an extra night if we needed to. B) I asked Smith how much that lovely and oh so convenient room was going to cost… $350. Whew! That’s almost 4 whole nights at our current place. So we’re gonna wake up 30 minutes earlier tomorrow and spend our today leisurely packing and doing something nice rather than moving our stuff from point A to point B.
We went to the beach. We went early enough today that the tide was out – waaaaaaaay out. Tides are around 9 feet here. At this beach, one could stroll out onto the sand bar a good couple of football fields before hitting the waves. It’s also a popular spot with the “skimmers” as I call them. They have the super thin flat boards that they run and jump onto at the water’s edge and skim across the top of the water. We also discovered that sandbar quickly gives way not to more sand but muck. Bondafide muck. The consistency of pudding. At first the boys were hesitant at the ground shifting and moving around their feet. Then, after a little getting to know you period, there was the expected mudslinging and rolling around in the muck. Matted to hair. Inside of ears. Inside of suits. You get the idea. I did not emerge unscathed.
Initially, we had plans to check out of our place today and check in to the lovely swank hotel whose escalator deposits you at the departure counter of the airport. It looks most elegant from down at the bottom. The restaurant is top notch. We have an early flight tomorrow and it makes sense to be there instead of hurrying from farther away. And I’ve always wanted to stay there.
Until. A) Our host informed us that his next guest wasn’t coming until Friday so we could stay an extra night if we needed to. B) I asked Smith how much that lovely and oh so convenient room was going to cost… $350. Whew! That’s almost 4 whole nights at our current place. So we’re gonna wake up 30 minutes earlier tomorrow and spend our today leisurely packing and doing something nice rather than moving our stuff from point A to point B.
We went to the beach. We went early enough today that the tide was out – waaaaaaaay out. Tides are around 9 feet here. At this beach, one could stroll out onto the sand bar a good couple of football fields before hitting the waves. It’s also a popular spot with the “skimmers” as I call them. They have the super thin flat boards that they run and jump onto at the water’s edge and skim across the top of the water. We also discovered that sandbar quickly gives way not to more sand but muck. Bondafide muck. The consistency of pudding. At first the boys were hesitant at the ground shifting and moving around their feet. Then, after a little getting to know you period, there was the expected mudslinging and rolling around in the muck. Matted to hair. Inside of ears. Inside of suits. You get the idea. I did not emerge unscathed.
Vancation - Tuesday July 31st
Another gift of a day.
We vow that on our next trip up here we will plan for some days of camping. We had wanted to go camping on Salt Spring Island – to the same place we camped over 4 years ago. We were going to rent our tents and stuff too, but at the end of the day, we really weren’t prepared for it. So. A day trip it is.
Our round of Ferry roulette [arrive at one of the two ferry terminals and leave on the next ferry, wherever it goes] delivers us to the Sunshine Coast. N was very pleased to see how all the cars get on to the boat. I don’t think he expected it to be so big.
We drive for a bit next to beaches and trees that remind us a little of northern California. Smith and I remembered a park with a little walk in the woods next to the beach. Was it around the next bend? no. the next bend? We finally gave up and drove back to Sechelt. We hiked on its beach - large pebbles in lieu of sand.
And the very last picture we took on our vacation (and I secretly thought that gee! we could use this on the placement! ((each family in N's class sends in a family picture and they put it together on a placemat. It's ever the challenge to get a shot of all 4 family members.)) Looks like this one will become a photoshop challenge.
We vow that on our next trip up here we will plan for some days of camping. We had wanted to go camping on Salt Spring Island – to the same place we camped over 4 years ago. We were going to rent our tents and stuff too, but at the end of the day, we really weren’t prepared for it. So. A day trip it is.
Our round of Ferry roulette [arrive at one of the two ferry terminals and leave on the next ferry, wherever it goes] delivers us to the Sunshine Coast. N was very pleased to see how all the cars get on to the boat. I don’t think he expected it to be so big.
We drive for a bit next to beaches and trees that remind us a little of northern California. Smith and I remembered a park with a little walk in the woods next to the beach. Was it around the next bend? no. the next bend? We finally gave up and drove back to Sechelt. We hiked on its beach - large pebbles in lieu of sand.
And the very last picture we took on our vacation (and I secretly thought that gee! we could use this on the placement! ((each family in N's class sends in a family picture and they put it together on a placemat. It's ever the challenge to get a shot of all 4 family members.)) Looks like this one will become a photoshop challenge.
Vancation - Monday July 30th
A sunny, warm, clear, gentle breeze sort of day. A bottler.
After a morning of fortifying television for the children (remind me to shoot myself in the head if I ever see the “doodlebops” ever again.) This is the boys in their favorite TV viewing position: the windowsill. Also the site of many a puppet show.
We hiked to Tatlow Park (the “dark park” as my friends calls it because the trees provide extreme shade) for the kids to get together and play. I met up with Eva & Natasha who also have 2 kids each now and we spend our day catching up. The kids run amuck. Sadly, I only have one good picture of the day: "Django with stick."
After dinner another walk to the beach to dig in the sand.
After a morning of fortifying television for the children (remind me to shoot myself in the head if I ever see the “doodlebops” ever again.) This is the boys in their favorite TV viewing position: the windowsill. Also the site of many a puppet show.
We hiked to Tatlow Park (the “dark park” as my friends calls it because the trees provide extreme shade) for the kids to get together and play. I met up with Eva & Natasha who also have 2 kids each now and we spend our day catching up. The kids run amuck. Sadly, I only have one good picture of the day: "Django with stick."
After dinner another walk to the beach to dig in the sand.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Sunday, July 29th
A sunny day? Is is overcast? Is it going to clear up?
Did you know that blueberries and honey nut cherries make an awesome combo? Especially dry (as we are out of milk.)
We have a lazy morning and then a long walk along the beach with the tide out.
Did you know that blueberries and honey nut cherries make an awesome combo? Especially dry (as we are out of milk.)
We have a lazy morning and then a long walk along the beach with the tide out.
Vancation - Saturday July 28th
A sunny day!
A shot of the hydrangeas outside our door. Hydrangeas bloom in so many hues and shades of pinks, purples, blues, whites, soft greens, they are just amazing.
We took the bus downtown to the Vancouver Art Museum to see a couple exhibits. Sadly, we had to miss the main exhibit - Monet to Dali - a collection of master work, due to lack of interest in ½ of our little party. Instead we traveled up to the less occupied floors to see works by Andrea Zittel and a Chinese artist we'd not heard of. Zittel has set herself up to live in public spaces that are very small, storefronts in NY and the like. She has created very minimal living spaces to accommodate all of her needs. Some to the "living pods" were there on display. Looking at the set-up of her kitchen, I am aghast at how much stuff we have. She has just what she needs and everything has a place. It is so functional and so organized and so simple and so elegant. I’m in awe.
I’m seeing a garage sale in our future.
We wandered through an Islamic Cultural event, watched some downtown thrashers and then took a bus to Granville Island again. The kids got to play, Smith and I got to shop at some galleries. We also bought some fresh pasta for dinner. Yum. The kids sacked out early and Smith and I watched a little junky tellie.
A shot of the hydrangeas outside our door. Hydrangeas bloom in so many hues and shades of pinks, purples, blues, whites, soft greens, they are just amazing.
We took the bus downtown to the Vancouver Art Museum to see a couple exhibits. Sadly, we had to miss the main exhibit - Monet to Dali - a collection of master work, due to lack of interest in ½ of our little party. Instead we traveled up to the less occupied floors to see works by Andrea Zittel and a Chinese artist we'd not heard of. Zittel has set herself up to live in public spaces that are very small, storefronts in NY and the like. She has created very minimal living spaces to accommodate all of her needs. Some to the "living pods" were there on display. Looking at the set-up of her kitchen, I am aghast at how much stuff we have. She has just what she needs and everything has a place. It is so functional and so organized and so simple and so elegant. I’m in awe.
I’m seeing a garage sale in our future.
We wandered through an Islamic Cultural event, watched some downtown thrashers and then took a bus to Granville Island again. The kids got to play, Smith and I got to shop at some galleries. We also bought some fresh pasta for dinner. Yum. The kids sacked out early and Smith and I watched a little junky tellie.
Vancation - Friday, July 27th
A sunny day!
We play at the “elephant park” (aptly named because there are monkey bars in the shape of an elephant) while Smith does some work. I am standing there watching the boys and I see a car drive by, back up and then stop. Out pops a woman who starts walking over to me – it’s my friend Eva! She happened to be driving by and thought she recognized me. Ha! We made plans for our kids and her kids to get together and play later.
Late afternoon we packed up for a hike in the University of British Columbia Endowment Lands (aka Pacific Spirit Park.) A portion of the UBC has been left undeveloped. It is a lovely forest in the city, full of tall pines, blackberry shrubs, huckleberry trees and tons of trails. One can get lost very easily. It is also is a favorite spot for professional dog walkers (i.e. one woman + 6 huge furry dogs.) We started a hike at the same time as another family who were collecting huckleberries from the trees. N got very interested in gathering and was delighted to find tree after tree full of berries to munch and shove in his pocket. (we had some on our salad later on too.) It was so quiet in the woods, apart from the huckleberry chatter and we stopped to look at giant slugs, fungus, mossy trunks and burnt out logs. Sadly, the pictures of the slugs just look like regular slugs. These babies are longer than your hand. Here are the huckleberries on the tree:
N brought an offering of huckleberries to meet our friends at a park for dinner. Ariel and Reika are 4 ½ and 3 respectively and got on immediately with N & J. Eva and I were in a prenatal yoga class together and after the kids were born we’d get together often for walks and new mom commiserating. We caught up while N & Ariel went screaming through the park. J was fascinated by the pond that was in the middle of it. We played until almost dark (dark starts around 9:30 or 10 way up here in the north.) They were all VERY sad to have to part.
We play at the “elephant park” (aptly named because there are monkey bars in the shape of an elephant) while Smith does some work. I am standing there watching the boys and I see a car drive by, back up and then stop. Out pops a woman who starts walking over to me – it’s my friend Eva! She happened to be driving by and thought she recognized me. Ha! We made plans for our kids and her kids to get together and play later.
Late afternoon we packed up for a hike in the University of British Columbia Endowment Lands (aka Pacific Spirit Park.) A portion of the UBC has been left undeveloped. It is a lovely forest in the city, full of tall pines, blackberry shrubs, huckleberry trees and tons of trails. One can get lost very easily. It is also is a favorite spot for professional dog walkers (i.e. one woman + 6 huge furry dogs.) We started a hike at the same time as another family who were collecting huckleberries from the trees. N got very interested in gathering and was delighted to find tree after tree full of berries to munch and shove in his pocket. (we had some on our salad later on too.) It was so quiet in the woods, apart from the huckleberry chatter and we stopped to look at giant slugs, fungus, mossy trunks and burnt out logs. Sadly, the pictures of the slugs just look like regular slugs. These babies are longer than your hand. Here are the huckleberries on the tree:
N brought an offering of huckleberries to meet our friends at a park for dinner. Ariel and Reika are 4 ½ and 3 respectively and got on immediately with N & J. Eva and I were in a prenatal yoga class together and after the kids were born we’d get together often for walks and new mom commiserating. We caught up while N & Ariel went screaming through the park. J was fascinated by the pond that was in the middle of it. We played until almost dark (dark starts around 9:30 or 10 way up here in the north.) They were all VERY sad to have to part.
Vancation - Thursday July 26th
A beautiful sunny day!
The littler boys and I took a bus trip to Stanley Park as Smith stayed “home” to work.
J fell asleep and N was stark-raving starving by the time we arrived (due to poor timing on my part. Bad mommy again! I’m totally falling down on the job here.) We stopped at the nearest place to grab whatever lunch they offered. I despaired a little because it was the usual burgers and hot dog fare. I opted for a burger, but can I tell you it was the best concession stand burger I think I’ve ever had? The veggies were thick and fresh! The bun was just the right amount of firm and soft – as if actually prepared in a bakery and not in a factory! The burger was meaty, not greasy! YUM! And their soft serve was a hit too.
Our arrival into the part was marked by signs in various places announcing the closure of certain things due to the strike: like the TRAIN ride. You know how devastating that was my friends. It also meant the petting zoo was closed. HOWEVER. We had lunch at the place just next to the petting zoo (which had some obvious aural pluses and nasal minuses) and the folks who run the zoo urged us to go in anyway and have a poke around as “the goats are getting lonely, eh?”
So we did. J was totally enamored with the big brown cow named Lisa. She came over to the fence after awhile and plopped herself down within scratching distance, so we obliged. I was thinking that cows are a most worthy animal to be a pet. Most other animals you could see somehow surviving in the wild or on their own (feral cats and dogs do just fine.) But a cow? They seem to be domesticated to the point of needing external food provided as well as protection. I just can’t see a herd of wild cows making it anywhere.
(hmmm. Where could we put a cow?)
We CRAMMED ourselves onto the free trolley which I thought would be a treat to ride around the Park, which wasn’t. Because it was so stuffed, we really just couldn’t wait to get off at our stop which was at Second Beach – offering a pool (closed!), a beach, a playscape and lots of green grass and trees to run around in.
N made friends with a boy who had cars. J made friends with a little girl. They were inseparable for I don’t know how many hours. It was nice to just sit back and watch the water, the boats, the kids, everybody out enjoying the summer sun.
We returned after meeting a lovely person named Tina on the bus ride home. Tina was probably in her 20s, but she took a shine to N, asking him all sorts of things. N at one point dug into his pocket to discover (gosh! Where did this come from?!) a tiny little chicken, which he promptly offered to her. As she got off the bus, he was asking her for her street name so we could send her a card. It was very sweet. She was very sweet. Thank you stranger Tina!
Then we went to the restaurant that was just across the street from our house when we lived here – Trafalgar’s – and we had to scope out “our” house and changes in the neighborhood: 1) A starbuck’s went in a block down. 2) The dessert portion of the restaurant broke out into its own trendy space. 3) The huge willow tree in the corner of our yard seems to have died back significantly. It is a shadow of its former self. 4) the bicycle memorial for the cyclist who died at that intersection remains intact and decorated 5) a fancy new home furnishings boutique opened up next to our remodeled organic store.
We ate a hurried delicious meal as the kids were worn out, promised them desserts to go and they fell asleep on the ride home. Smith and I stopped off at Spanish Banks beach and sat on the grass looking at the mountains (some of which show glimmers of snow at the very very peaks) the mountains, the people just out playing. We had dessert al frescoe. [the kids were safely asleep in the car just feet from our guilty extravangance.]
And it must be my turn for the Potter book by now!
The littler boys and I took a bus trip to Stanley Park as Smith stayed “home” to work.
J fell asleep and N was stark-raving starving by the time we arrived (due to poor timing on my part. Bad mommy again! I’m totally falling down on the job here.) We stopped at the nearest place to grab whatever lunch they offered. I despaired a little because it was the usual burgers and hot dog fare. I opted for a burger, but can I tell you it was the best concession stand burger I think I’ve ever had? The veggies were thick and fresh! The bun was just the right amount of firm and soft – as if actually prepared in a bakery and not in a factory! The burger was meaty, not greasy! YUM! And their soft serve was a hit too.
Our arrival into the part was marked by signs in various places announcing the closure of certain things due to the strike: like the TRAIN ride. You know how devastating that was my friends. It also meant the petting zoo was closed. HOWEVER. We had lunch at the place just next to the petting zoo (which had some obvious aural pluses and nasal minuses) and the folks who run the zoo urged us to go in anyway and have a poke around as “the goats are getting lonely, eh?”
So we did. J was totally enamored with the big brown cow named Lisa. She came over to the fence after awhile and plopped herself down within scratching distance, so we obliged. I was thinking that cows are a most worthy animal to be a pet. Most other animals you could see somehow surviving in the wild or on their own (feral cats and dogs do just fine.) But a cow? They seem to be domesticated to the point of needing external food provided as well as protection. I just can’t see a herd of wild cows making it anywhere.
(hmmm. Where could we put a cow?)
We CRAMMED ourselves onto the free trolley which I thought would be a treat to ride around the Park, which wasn’t. Because it was so stuffed, we really just couldn’t wait to get off at our stop which was at Second Beach – offering a pool (closed!), a beach, a playscape and lots of green grass and trees to run around in.
N made friends with a boy who had cars. J made friends with a little girl. They were inseparable for I don’t know how many hours. It was nice to just sit back and watch the water, the boats, the kids, everybody out enjoying the summer sun.
We returned after meeting a lovely person named Tina on the bus ride home. Tina was probably in her 20s, but she took a shine to N, asking him all sorts of things. N at one point dug into his pocket to discover (gosh! Where did this come from?!) a tiny little chicken, which he promptly offered to her. As she got off the bus, he was asking her for her street name so we could send her a card. It was very sweet. She was very sweet. Thank you stranger Tina!
Then we went to the restaurant that was just across the street from our house when we lived here – Trafalgar’s – and we had to scope out “our” house and changes in the neighborhood: 1) A starbuck’s went in a block down. 2) The dessert portion of the restaurant broke out into its own trendy space. 3) The huge willow tree in the corner of our yard seems to have died back significantly. It is a shadow of its former self. 4) the bicycle memorial for the cyclist who died at that intersection remains intact and decorated 5) a fancy new home furnishings boutique opened up next to our remodeled organic store.
We ate a hurried delicious meal as the kids were worn out, promised them desserts to go and they fell asleep on the ride home. Smith and I stopped off at Spanish Banks beach and sat on the grass looking at the mountains (some of which show glimmers of snow at the very very peaks) the mountains, the people just out playing. We had dessert al frescoe. [the kids were safely asleep in the car just feet from our guilty extravangance.]
And it must be my turn for the Potter book by now!
Vancation - Wednesday, July 25th
A beautiful sunny day!
Smith ran some errands and met us at beautiful Kits beach. Most of the beaches here are a coarse sand and offer huge driftwood logs to use as benches, backrests, windbreaks, whatever. Apparently we were stationed at the Harry Potter log. I stood up to stretch and noted that everyone within my immediate vicinity was reading it. UP here they have a completely different cover and size of book. Also to note is that there is a "kids" version with one cover and an "adult" version with another cover design. The adult version is lovely. I wish I bought it instead.
N adopted himself into a summer camp class that was spending the day there. He was having such fun with the “green shirts.” Although I felt a little sad for him – these folks were probably 7-8 years old and were paying him zero attention. They weren’t mean or rude or anything, but you could tell that they just could care less if he was there or not. J chased birds. And tried to steal other people’s beach toys.
N and Smith ventured out a little further into the waves to wade out to the floating dock. It wasn’t in very deep water, more of a lifeguard stand than anything. N got to jump off a few times though, returning shivering with blue lips.
That night we had dinner, fabulous Chinese take-out, at our friend Evelyn & Len’s. They are grandparents and had all the appropriate trappings to keep our boy(s) amused. N passed out cold on the ride over and slept through most of the evening. We had a lovely time catching up. Len reminded me of a book that came out when we were here: “How to be Canadian.” He also told us about “Corner Gas” a Canadian sit-com that we might enjoy. Those funny Canucks.
Smith ran some errands and met us at beautiful Kits beach. Most of the beaches here are a coarse sand and offer huge driftwood logs to use as benches, backrests, windbreaks, whatever. Apparently we were stationed at the Harry Potter log. I stood up to stretch and noted that everyone within my immediate vicinity was reading it. UP here they have a completely different cover and size of book. Also to note is that there is a "kids" version with one cover and an "adult" version with another cover design. The adult version is lovely. I wish I bought it instead.
N adopted himself into a summer camp class that was spending the day there. He was having such fun with the “green shirts.” Although I felt a little sad for him – these folks were probably 7-8 years old and were paying him zero attention. They weren’t mean or rude or anything, but you could tell that they just could care less if he was there or not. J chased birds. And tried to steal other people’s beach toys.
N and Smith ventured out a little further into the waves to wade out to the floating dock. It wasn’t in very deep water, more of a lifeguard stand than anything. N got to jump off a few times though, returning shivering with blue lips.
That night we had dinner, fabulous Chinese take-out, at our friend Evelyn & Len’s. They are grandparents and had all the appropriate trappings to keep our boy(s) amused. N passed out cold on the ride over and slept through most of the evening. We had a lovely time catching up. Len reminded me of a book that came out when we were here: “How to be Canadian.” He also told us about “Corner Gas” a Canadian sit-com that we might enjoy. Those funny Canucks.
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