Welcome to the end of June. Welcome to the end of my time in Vancouver. Your prompt today: oh dear.
Apologies for the late posting, it’s been a very long day.
We saw a lot of deer on the way home to Osoyoos tonight. Unfortunately I had to stop keeping count at seven and a half.
I have no idea why deer feel the need to gather at the side of the highway as the day draws to a close. Nor do I understand why they think they can get across to the other side before that car that’s approaching at 110 km/h gets to them.
I’ll have to do some research. Tomorrow. Once my brain is functioning properly again.
It. Is. Perfect.
I'd end on a witty note but I'm too tired for that crap, so I'm just going to bed now that I've got my four lines done.
His goofy smile died on his lips as he looked into my eyes and saw the explosion waiting to happen.
"That's a very good point," I said, holding out a hand in his direction. "Now let me help you get down from that table and out of that tutu before the librarian gets back from the bathroom."
But at the end of the day... it feels so damned good to be free and heading for the farm.
"Welcome to my pasture - have you tried the grass?"
And when he found them – and there could be no doubt that he would – they would pay for their transgression with their lives.
But I imagine the game itself was far more of a letdown for fans of the home team: the Mariners lost 11 to 2.
Assuming they let me back in the country.
I know moving is going to be a royal pain in the ass, but I think I can safely say that I've officially coasted right on into the Happy Zone.
I'd like to finish off by giving a big shout out to the Canadian health system. Apparently I'm walking around with a drug in me that costs $1700 per vial, so I'm pretty pleased I didn't have to pay a cent for it.