With hundreds of wildfires raging throughout the province, the government has declared a state of emergency.
Parts of BC currently have the worst air quality in the world.
I’m tempted to whine about the misery and inconvenience until I remember the brave firefighters who are literally risking their lives.
I have two words:
*Normally, the ocean is blue, and there’s a clear view of Texada Island in the near distance and the mountains of Vancouver behind it.
I’ve talked about moving back to the Island, and…it’s happening.
The car’s packed and my little hairy friend and I leave bright and early tomorrow morning.
I’m going to substitute teach until the end of the school year, and then begin my permanent job in September.
It’s been a rough winter in this new town, so I’m looking forward to getting back to familiar territory and settling in for the long haul.
I took lots of photos on our evening walk through the hood tonight. It may not be home, but it’s beautiful.
I had the best weekend visiting friends on Vancouver Island!
We stayed up late drinking too much wine and talking.
We went for a long walk through a damp and silent forest.
My willful Chihuahua surprised me by not growling at the lovely Misty, a gorgeous young chocolate lab.
I had so much fun, I didn’t even have the time (or the inclination) to take many pictures. It was almost like a trip back in time to a pre-cell phone world.
As I try to figure out my future, one thing is clear–I’m moving back to the Island…I think.
I’m visiting O and C, friends on Vancouver Island. Even though this trip will necessitate two ferry rides, with a long wait at the terminal between, I couldn’t be happier.
I went shopping for little hostess gifts. O is getting my go-to gift–wine.
C required a little more effort. I finally settled on a pretty teal scarf and a bath bomb from Blue Magnolia, one of my favourite stores in Sechelt. As I was paying, I shared the reason for my purchase.
“This is a gift for a friend I’m visiting. She doesn’t drink wine.”
The shop assistant gasped. “She doesn’t drink wine???”
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, rushing to C’s defense. “She does drink. Just not wine.”
This begs the question, why did I feel compelled to reassure a stranger that my friends do indeed drink?