Ah those pesky flowers everywhere. My car is constantly covered in petals. When I get in, I actually have to clear the petals from under my windshield wipers. What pain, what inconvenience...
We are moving at the end of the month again, after only 3 months here. We found a place that's much less expensive, but the trade-offs are several: it's on the 3rd floor of a house, it's a bachelor, albeit a huge one, and there is less storage. Because, oh- you are renters with a dog? Sorry- no vacancy for you! The places that will allow dogs are few and far between, and rare among them are those that you wouldn't be scared to live in. They are mainly of the Abondon All Hope variety. The place we got is beautiful and large, despite a missing bedroom wall, and the kitchen is even nicer than we have here. The location is also much better- 12th and Arbutus- not far from the Kits beaches or the downtown, and not too far from Jericho Beach and the kayak either. Sadly, I think my green furniture will not fit between one of the doorframes, and will finally have to be sold, after all these years.
Work has been going well, but I have been pretty tired all week, now that I'm back. The weekend will we welcome when it gets here at last. We are concocting plans now for what fun to have- Kate and I still haven't been to the North Shore together for biking, and there's talk of renting a second kayak and heading somewhere. I'll keep you posted.
I went kayaking the other evening, and got caught in a small rainstorm in the Bay. Again, the waves and winds picked up really fast, and it was all I could do not to dump. This boating stuff is not for the faint of heart, even close to the mainland. It's very impressive stuff.
The other, other night, we took Dallas down to the Kits dog beach, and watched a previously too-tired-to-stand dog race into the water, and start playing with sticks and balls like she was a puppy. There must have been another dozen dogs racing around too, but Dallas was the only one dedicated enough to retrieving to go all the way out for the ball, and bring it all the way back. When Kate and I came home yesterday, we looked through the front window, and watched Dallas try and fail to stand up. All last night and again this morning, to get her up, you have to go pick up her rump and stand it up. Then she can totter and finally walk.
Steady as she goes, girl. We're all getting older around here.
