Yesterday, I finally did it. I stopped using my iPhone5. Continue reading
Blue, my intrepid and mostly insane kitten, has come to me with a poem today. Doesn’t matter that she stole it from the great Ogden Nash, the inestimable e.e. cummings, or even the shy Ann Onymous; I’m just impressed I could read her normally illegible scrawl.
Spring has sprung,
The grass is riz,
I wonder where the birdies is?
Um, Blue? They’re over here:
Poor Blue. She just wants to find those damn birdies, to let them know it’s Spring and time to come back to our rooftop.
Now that our primary mission is all over but the shouting, we thought we’d take you on a bit of a tour of Whistler, where we’ve been sorting out our family archives all week.
While we spent a lot of time indoors with our noses to the grindstone, we did get out occasionally to enjoy Whistler’s stunning mountain scenery:
Did we mention that while we were here, it snowed…several times? Of course, this is a ski resort, so snow is not an unexpected occurrence, but in April? We were less than impressed. Even though it did look very pretty.
But the snow disappeared by mid-day most days…and by early evening, we could sit out on this patio to eat our extremely healthy supper. Look: veggies! And, um, other stuff.
Of course, we know you’re wondering about our faithful beaver companion. In fact, Bucky was quite restrained on this trip, but he did venture out to meet the bear who guards the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. They sang that John Denver song together before anyone could stop them.
He also enjoyed a cup of coffee with Karen and Rachel. For some reason, Rachel seemed less than enthused by his attentions. She still refers to him as “that little creep.”
Today Wendy will be leaving to head back to London, and tomorrow Karen, Rachel, and Bucky board a plane for Ottawa. It’s been a great visit, and we’re so glad we’ve had the chance to share it with you!
Karen, Wendy, Rachel, and Bucky
Despite secretly suspecting we’d be spending most of our time here in Whistler seeing sights, shopping, and lolling about telling stories to amuse ourselves—in short, doing anything but the work we intended to do—we actually made some real progress in sorting, identifying, scanning, and labelling our family photos today.
We know, we like to live life on the edge.
Whatever. It’s what we came here to do, and we’re feeling pretty proud.
We started by collecting box upon box of loose photos, photo albums and a dubious-looking family tree from our downstairs locker.
A shopping trolley just lying about came in handy for carting the first load upstairs. And that, friends, is why we now have a trolley parked in the foyer of our apartment. We promise, we’re not turning into bag ladies. Yet.
We spread our day’s work on the table.
Getting busy scanning photos and inspecting negatives.
Bucky felt lonely and unwanted, so we gave him an important job: Chief Apple Inspector. It made him feel needed, plus allowed him to have a healthy snack when no one was looking.
Our work is nowhere near done. Tomorrow we rise at dawn to enter the fray once more. Tally ho the fox!
(Not really, we just think it makes us sound hardcore.)
Karen, Wendy, Rachel, and Bucky (Chief Apple Inspector)