Well, I’m currently living on this road:
…which runs along a creek that MORE than lives up to its name! It’s right outside the house. It used to be deep enough that we waterskied in it, and it’s now muddy enough that the Canada geese can wade across without ever having to paddle, which is great for geese who don’t like to exercize, but I’ve got a feeling we might be overrun with obese geese in the near future:
When I walk out the front door, I see this:
And a hundred meters down the road is this:
Just over the windswept dunes is this:
Here’s an assignment for my Creative Writing students: Write a story or poem about the discarded clothes hanging on this driftwood! PG-13 , please! And in my free time? I’ve been doing quite a bit of this:
No need to adjust your bifocals or perform a reality check. No need to cause brain-bruising by trying to picture the scene either! But I’ve got to tell you that tennis makes me HAPPY. I love it. And only those who truly understand the warped innards of my cogitative process will understand why the ball in the middle is called “Big H”…as in, “Hey, mom, I’m pulling out Big H, so tighten up your shoelaces and prepare to scramble!” (I know, I know…playing my MOM doesn’t exactly qualify me as a world-class athlete, but she’s good, I’m telling you, she’s darn good! )
Port Franks is a lot like Mayberry–a very Canadian, very phlegmatic version of Mayberry. But for all its peaceful (ie. flatline!) beauty…
… a closer look at some of the road signage might have a person wondering if the Mayberry thing is all a facade!
Yup. That unexpected ammunition sign is right here on the beach–at the far end. It marks the spot where the beach goes from being a public place to being a former army base that was taken over by a First Nation (Canadian Indian) group whose members apparently don’t want anyone trespassing on their “minefield” of a beach. Of course, there are a few evidences that it might not really be a powder keg waiting to explode…sights like this prove that there might be a little partying going on behind the DANGER sign!
We had a major rainstorm tonight. We’re talking geese and the chipmunks marching around two by two in search of a big boat! Our response to the deluge went something like this:
Mom: What are we going to do if the rain starts flooding the basement?
Me: Uhm…I don’t know. (I was watching Oprah at the time…)
Two minutes later:
Mom: The rain’s coming in the basement!
Me: Really? (Shutting off the TV) We should shovel some sand up against the door!
Mom: What good will that do?
Me: It’s like a sandbag without the bag! That’s what they use on CNN!
Which resulted in this:
And guess what–it worked! CNN might be the opposite of unbiased reporting, but its sandbags came through for us in Port Franks tonight!
And now? Now I’m off to Colorado for a week, then to the WEDDING of Tabitha Grubb to Ryan Fultz! I’ll be SURE to post pictures just as soon as the big event is over. I got myself a hotel room with wireless for that very purpose! So…there won’t be any new Xanga entries from me until at least July 7.
I’ll finish with one of my favorite pictures. I took it at the beach the other night, after an 1 1/2 walk. I think it’s stunning, but I can’t figure out why!