merely talk

And not the crappy new Ewan McGregor movie either.

I headed out for my last visit to Pender of the summer, this weekend. I wish summer would come to BC because the chilly air and rain put a slight damper on the weekend. I still had lots of fun and was able to relax though. I made great use of the hot tub, even going sans bathing suit on Saturday night post bar. Does that count as skinny dipping?

The ferry rides to and from weren't even too harsh this time. It helped that on Friday night we went right past a pod of Orca's and I saw the little babies. Up to this point I had never seen a killer whale in the wild, and to not only see their back fins standing proudly up, but to see the little ones, made my night.

On the trip home we saw the tall ships which had left English Bay that morning, sailing at full sail out into the ocean. It was pretty cool, all their sails were open and I momentarily I wan not on a ferry but a pirate ship. It was pretty awesome.

The weekend was a great little mini-vacation before I throw myself into work and writing. I started reading Catch-22 and am so far very impressed. It kept cracking me up on theferry and I'm pretty sure I was annoying many of the people around me with my giggles but it was too hard to contain them. It was also great to see my parents and to check out my Aunt's new cottage. It's a beautiful, little victorian house with the most perfect english garden. And her little dog was just as adorable, white and fluffy as ever. I had a great visit with my aunt too, and saw all her latest creations. She's an amazing sewer, knitter, beader, embrodier, the list goes on and on, and she is most definately an inspiration.

On Saturday I even had the good (?) fortune of running into a boy, who made me sad last month, at the Pender bar. He explained himself though and I believe him, so perhaps I'll be seeing him again. Only time will tell.

I've decided the best part of the Pender Island bar experience is the re-hashing of gossip with John the taxi driver on the drive home. He gave us some island gossip even my parents hadn't heard. Which is always useful.

It's looking like I won't be making it back out there until Christmas, which makes me a little sad. I realized today that as of Wednesday I have one month of work left, and one month left to do my essay and that I'll be leaving Vancouver soon after. Which makes me sad. As much as I'm looking forward to moving back to Edmonton and (gasp) going back to school, I'm really going to miss the life I've made here. I'll miss my friends, both old and new, having my family close and all my kids. I just started with a new family and that little boy has captured my heart after just 3 sessions. Which is awesome, but also makes me sad, cause he's just one more kid I'm going to have to leave. Sniff.

Anyway, I didn't really mean to go on that tangent. I promise I will return to my usual sarcastic, shallow programming in the next entry.

Perhaps I should eat some dinner, I'm feeling a little light headed.