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Thursday, August 17, 2006

 
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we're back from canada, and like the last post, it's likely to be a run-on sentence in no particular order, but this time with a picture:

sven wanted to show me kim graham's studio in georgetown but she wasn't there; the canadians were quite dubious about trixie, though edmonton was a little more receptive; sven never got to go to the thing he was most looking forward to -- the royal tyrell museum -- because he was on what we call the "drumheller diet" which is very similar to a horrible sickness i had when i first moved to portland; we ate a LOT on this trip and i tried to chicken feet at dim sum, but it turns out my cholsterol levels dropped enough despite all that to surprise everyone at my doctor's office, though i still have issues with triglycerides & i'll be on lipitor for a few more months; there was a labyrinth in a neighbor's yard; we watched the perseids from the world's smallest state park until the moon washed out the sky; as we arrived at the dalles we fell right into neon nights, a customized car parade, and trixie almost fit in, which was good because it took forever to get down the 6 streets that make up downtown; waterslide!; we might possibly have seen the northern lights, but maybe they were clouds; we made a diversion to kelowna and okanagan university, somewhere i went to for a week when i was working for webct; we walked down a railroad track to skip stones across a sandy river; i freaked out a little in the mountains during a rainstorm with huge semis barelling down on me but i felt better after i put earplugs in; saskatoon berry and nanaimo ice cream; we should have stayed at the "disneyland" castle/hotel in banff rather than the cabin with two broken lights, no hot water and the key broken off in the lock; ravens are BIG and i now understand why they're so prominent in nw native legends; edmonton has an unusually large number of pyramids; excellent scrabble game & tea shop; the swing of the century, carousels & a virtual fighting game at the west edmonton mall; homemade chocolate chip cookies for breakfast almost every day; wild turkeys and a rocky mountain bighorn sheep escaping the hordes of tourist cameras; a still & quiet lake w/ a shouting boat on the other side; vulcan is pretty boring; boy, we took a lot of pictures i'm still sifting through; i finally replaced the dsl modem and our network is working again.

also worth noting is that we stayed with the incredibly wonderful schewger-bell family on this trip:



thanks, culley, steve, salix, linnea, violet & paisley! they were great hosts, kind enough to make great breakfasts for us when we finally made it upstairs, including a stack of orange chocolate-chip pancakes with a candle on my birthday. did i mention it was my birthday? well, it was. happy 33 to me!

Comments:
Exactly 33! Happy to you! Birthday!
 
thanks, carl!
 
i'm already on lipitor, have been for years.
 
really? how many years? i feel badly about it, like i failed somehow. so i'm still playing around w/ my diet because it's sort of an interesting experiment, but the exercise part of the equation is still not really happening.
 
Happy Birthday, a bit belated! And the Town of Vulcan boring? How so, when they have "Nine in a Line"! (I'm going to have to go clean the coffee off the monitor after seeing that!)

and Scott's family name is Ingram -- which means Raven of Ing, the Norse god of fertility and peace. We don't have ravens in this part of TX, and we miss them.

It sounds like you had a good trip!
(Thank Thor for "preview" -- how I managed to type 's for every word ending in "s", I'll never know.
(and thor probably has nothing to do with proofreading, but it was alliterative.)

xxujec
 
Your birthday poem is beautiful, Gretchin. Thirty-three is a good year to enjoy, may it be your best yet.
 
Um, since before we moved? i have a terrible sense of time, so i can't tell you when i started taking it.

Amelia and i are on the south beach diet. it seems to be working.
 
Dear Gretchen,

It took me a week to gather enough neurones together in cooperation to realize how to issue a comment on your blog.

Formatted as it is the comment link is a filter against the stupid.

Love,
Cheeseburger Brown
 
hey, cheeseburger! the comment thing is more like an affectation, i suppose: rather than begging for comments i sort of whisper that they might be available over there if it's not too much trouble and if you wouldn't mind.

i'm SO glad to see you writing again!
 
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