Thanksgiving

We just had a highly delightful visit with my Aunt Brenda and Uncle Reg who were visiting the island in order to celebrate a milestone birthday with a friend.  They, travelling with Brenda's lifelong BFF, Betty and her husband Warren, decided to do a bit of sightseeing up the island and dropped by here on Thanksgiving Day.   It was my chance to have a feast, the likes of which I haven't had an opportunity to create in just about a year.   It was also a chance to make sure our house sparkled.  I cooked, Bruce cleaned.

And .. with the exception of an overly runny lemon meringue pie, it was a resounding success, I'm pleased to say.

Reg and Brenda are still the same lovely people that I've known all my life.  I loved their interaction with Betty and Warren and the banter around the table and Warren told a story about a little log house in the Okanagan that still has me chuckling.  You can tell that Betty and Brenda have been friends forever.

All in all, a lovely day.  Thank you for the visit!

Mists of Pandaria

If I've been quiet this week, blame it on Blizzard Entertainment.  I've been immersed in the  World of Warcraft, Mists of Pandaria.

I've been blown away by the story, by the textures and graphics, by the entire expansion so far.  

The forecourt of the
Temple of the Jade Serpent

Questing near the Temple of the Jade Serpent with its namesake

The brooding qualities of the ominous Shado-Pan Monastery gave me chills the first time I saw it

So yea .. if you're looking for me for the next while .. I'll be in Pandaria.

This Ain't No Place

Stuck in my brain today ...

I've been watching a show on Showcase called Strike Back .. and this is the song over the slick opening credits.   Its "Short Change Hero" by a band called The Heavy.  In case you're interested, here's a link to a synopsis of the show "Strike Back."

I can't see where you comin' from
But I know just what you runnin' from:
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest" but
The ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, baby

And you feel like you feelin' now
Doin' things just to please your crowd,
But I love you like the way I love you,
And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you cus

This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."

This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."

Every time I close my eyes, I think,
I think about you inside,
And your mother, givin' up on askin' why -
Why you lie, and you cheat, and you try to make
A fool outta she...

I can't see where you comin' from,
But I know just what you're runnin' from.
And what matters ain't the "who's baddest," but the
Ones who stop you fallin' from your ladder, cos

This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."

A final salute

I love my husband for ... well, for many reasons.  Today, it was this note.

Rest in peace, General Electric;
good & faithful soldier of the top drawer.

Bruce is the person who breaks things in this house ... I cannot count the number of chipped dishes I've found .. but I don't think this knife really owes us anything.  Since we arrived in Nanaimo, its been employed many times every week for Bruce to slice fresh Italian bread .. there's just something so deliciously wonderful about bread you slice yourself.  And I think we received the knife as a wedding gift .. so yea ... it deserves a final salute.