No friends like old friends

We moved to Deer Lake drive when I was Merlin’s age. That is hard to believe. It remains a mystical place, where children run free through the woods - are lost and found, apples and cherries are free for the picking and friends are behind every tree (or in them, or swinging from them.)
The entrance to the drive is tunnel-like with massive trees that create a solid canopy. When you come out the other side of the tunnel you are in a different world. I hear “ready or not, here I come!” and taste huckleberry. The smell that is unique to this spot: skunk cabbage, cedar, rotting chestnut leaves.
Memory blurs with reality as Jill comes down the steps. 6, 12 then 18 and 40 years old all at once. That big smile and a hug and kiss. Off we go further down the drive to the Pool’s house filled with more hugs and kisses. Chinese takeout and good stories.
We are not alone anymore. There are strangers now picnicking where a home once stood filled with friends. As the old homes give way to parkland, it is sad and beautiful to see time pass. It is a place that should be shared. It demands it. New memories for new friends.
But I will always taste huckleberries.

The week that was

This week just kind of flowed by. Which isn't to say it didn't have its excitement.
Monday we put an offer in on a house (11 thousand over the asking price, but someone else offered more.) Oh well, we'll find our house one day. The search continues.
Tuesday we were woken at 3 am to the fire alarm. It was really cold outside. False (ish) alarm, in that it was a big water leak that must have shorted out the alarm system or something. Anyhow, after the brief pajama party in the freezing cold outside, we came in, looked at the fire truck lights, and eventually Merlin went back to sleep after the excitement.
Thursday was playing with Sasha and Kathy which is always fun.
Friday night I had a party with the QIS staff to say goodbye. It's official now, I've left VPL. They were wondering if it felt weird, it really doesn't. I'll miss my co-workers, but not really the job. I'm going to make an effort to stay in touch. Softball season with the Dewey Decimators is almost upon us (okay, first I have to do the taxes, but then it's game time.) Which is good, because I do get the housewife cabin fever sometimes, so it'll be good to get out to play on a regular basis.
Today we did some house hunting. A couple that may show some promise, but nothing too exciting. Lunch at a favourite Chinese place. Merlin does love those Shanghai style thick noodles. And we played outside in the snow a bit. I'm wondering if it snowed in the 'Loops today for the big race. I'll call tomorrow and find out how it went.
I'm looking forward to the Chinese New Year parade. Merlin had a blast last year. Merlin and I dropped in on a family preparing dumplings for their New Year's feast in the Common Room. It smelled soooo good. I do LOVE this multicultural city.

New and old

Marriage - not so different to the way we were. But the wedding was a good time and family is always well worth celebrating.
New Year's was spent in "quiet contemplation" - yeah whatever, we stayed home and drank leftover booze from the wedding. It was a nice time cozied up with family by the fire.
Merlin had a good time at his first week of preschool. He goes twice/week. He is so laid back, not a lot ruffles him. He's getting some braces to help him to walk. In the mean time he has learnt to walk holding onto one hand only. It's a little unsteady, but a very big milestone for all of us.
I went back and cleared out most of the old website. I had made it using iWeb. This site I'm using RapidWeaver, which is a little more advanced and can do more. iWeb was a great way to get going, but limiting in the end. I left my old blog there for posterity. You can link to it

Winter Ball

I knew the party was gonna be good because when we walked in there were already people on the dance floor and I was mildly felt up before I’d even taken off my coat. I’d barely gotten a few sips of what I like to call “WISE Hall Guiness” (it’s not as thick as it is elsewhere, but it’s still hearty enough to sustain you through a night of dancing), when Christiane got me onto the dance floor. Whipple was in fine form early on and was spreading his charms around us dancing ladies, making sure no one was left out of the fun.
I didn’t even recognize Elektra right away, her sexy persona during the dance competition will not soon leave my heart. Simone MC’d the event, looking vaguely, well let’s face it: who hasn’t thought that she couldn’t put CSI’s “Lady Heather” out of business if she wanted to?
As if I wasn’t having enough fun already, they (not sure who all “they” were, but I know Dawn put in her 2 cents) declared me “Belle of the Ball”. Proving that there is no such thing as “too much glitter”. The ever-classy Sammi passed on the triara to me. I hope she doesn’t think I’ll tarnish the image of the Belle. My Beau, Jennifer, held up the classy end of our duo, having already proven himself in the dance competition. Charlie Brown stayed in character by quietly leaving before being presented with his award.
And Nettie showed up, in a matching hat! Oh the fantasies of the trouble we could get into in our matching sequined Santa hats.
I was taking a breather, talking to Dan and Sheila when Tits put on “Cecelia”. Well, this was no time to be lounging around, so I was on the floor again. I’d tossed off my shoes shortly after being crowned, so I was ready to dance ‘til midnight, which is good, because Aili was laying down one good tune after another.
Those of you who left before Stuart and Aliza found their groove (sorry again, Charlie) missed the highlight of the evening. Even Cinderella got to stay out until midnight.
But all good things must come to an end, and the ugly lights were eventually turned on.
Thanks for a wonderful evening,
Pretty Ladies!