I made it through another work day. Tonight I think we’ll get a christmas tree. As previously mentioned, it cannot be a real one so we’re gonna have to stake out a nice piece o’ plastic. I feel like going for a walk although it’ll be mighty cold. I really have grown to love the West End. As soon as you enter from Robson, hit Haro and keep going…(or coming from the other side) all the noise of the city fades away. you can hear a dog bark, a bird whistle, wind rustling through the trees, squirrels laughing…Singing…PLAYING… *sigh* but I digress.
“Friends, Romans, countrymen . . .
I was about six years old when I went on my first official trip. I was going with my father and my grandpa Sinclair up to the North Pole.
It was a very glamorous destination. But the best thing about it is that I was going to be spending lots of time with my dad because in Ottawa he just worked so hard.
One day, we were in Alert, Canada’s northernmost point, a scientific military installation that seemed to consist entirely of low shed-like buildings and warehouses.
Let’s be honest. I was six. There were no brothers around to play with and I was getting a little bored because dad still somehow had a lot of work to do.
I remember a frozen, windswept Arctic afternoon when I was bundled up into a Jeep and hustled out on a special top-secret mission. I figured I was finally going to be let in on the reason of this high-security Arctic base.
I was exactly right.
We drove slowly through and past the buildings, all of them very grey and windy. We rounded a corner and came upon a red one. We stopped. I got out of the Jeep and started to crunch across towards the front door. I was told, no, to the window.
So I clambered over the snowbank, was boosted up to the window, rubbed my sleeve against the frosty glass to see inside and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw a figure, hunched over one of many worktables that seemed very cluttered. He was wearing a red suit with that furry white trim.
And that’s when I understood just how powerful and wonderful my father was.”
So Podcast is the word of the year according to the New Oxford American Dictionary. To find a bagillion and one podcasts (useful, entertaining and not so much of both) go check out iTunes. Runners up for the word honour were Transfat and Bird-flu. It really tells you a lot about this past year. I can’t believe I’m ‘looking back’ already… it’s Christmas time! I have a lot of shopping to do….
It would have been nice to see her have a sister, since I’m so close to mine. Although I won’t get into the whole Barbie debacle…or the hair fight incidents…or other tales such as those… but I will say one thing I forgot to mention over the weekend– HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNY! from your much younger sister 😉