Of ninjas and relatives ...

It was a dark and somewhat stormy night; I say 'somewhat' because we rarely get real lightning-bolt-on-black-skies-thunderboomers, so in all likelihood it was more of a grayish and sopping night with no real fireworks. I, on my way to write an update to my blog - complete with stunning pictures and witty commentary - was accosted by ninjas.  What the ninjas were doing in my house is somewhat of a story in itself, but to shorten the long and improbable story, they've apparently taken up residence in the sports closet under my stairs.  What's more, they are encouraging a population explosion in summer dust bunnies - you know, the ones with the darker coats.  I've just spent two months trying to outrun the ninjas and escape the dust bunnies.

There's no question that both have become somewhat of an issue to my getting downstairs to write.  I've taken to sleeping with a baseball bat. While I do that, the ninjas have encouraged the neighbor's cats to come visit as often as they wish. I know this because I'm pretty sure our cats don't have enough fur for the sheer number of dust bunnies roaming the halls late at night .. and I'm constantly chasing them out of our garden. Cats, not dust bunnies, although brandishing a broom at a dust bunny rolling through the shrubbery brings to mind a funny image. Usually the chasing is done in my pajamas at an ungodly hour of the morning (ungodly hours start with smaller numbers than 7:00) and I'm alerted to the presence of an enemy by frantic scrabbling at the window and huffing and puffing on the part of Murray and Mr. Tippy. Fortunately, they have not discovered that howling and meowling are a real thing. But there I am, sun not quite up, chasing a cat off my deck with hissing sounds, flailing arms and ungodly hair.

So yea ... obstacles to writing this summer.  I blame the ninjas.

I've been waiting for Aunt Sandy to send me pictures I took on her camera for their visit here in late May. My own camera decided to take the weekend off, but I did manage to get some photos before the battery packed it in.  Sandy may have not have a way to transfer pictures or the knowledge, but she may also have ninja issues of her own.  ::shrug::  who knows?

Late May in Parksville Community Park.
Sandy's first wish was to do some beachcombing in order to bring home driftwood and shells.
She and John posed for a picture against  the ocean backdrop .. looks like John
found something interesting just off camera.

Just to the left of John in the previous picture, some kids took advantage of low tide
to get a bright red kite aloft.

Sandy with some of her treasures.

The one that got away!

I couldn't take my eyes off this old building  at the edge of Black Creek Marina.  Unsure what style
you would call this, but interesting and spooky both seem to apply.  According to locals, the
building stands empty most of the year.

The first day on Vancouver Island, John learned to dislike the rainy weather in the same way that born-n-bred British Columbians do.  Driving around, wipers on high failing to keep up with the downpour, water splashing everywhere .. road signs obscured until you realize you've just driven past your turnoff .. yea, fun times.  Right John?  As a result, they found themselves staying in a hotel near a dodgy part of town, but the staff treated them like gold.

Next day, we were off and running for northern parts and beaches.  John and Sandy had a Three Hills friend who lived in Parksville, so we dropped in on them.  Sandy and I toured the home art studio while John caught up with his friend.  After a light sandwich and tea lunch, they took us down to Black Creek Marina where the wild driftwood grows.  Sandy managed to collect enough driftwood to make her Three Hills home look like a beach resort.  I took home a small collection of shells to clean and bleach overnight so Sandy could take home non-stinky souvenirs.

The day warmed up and we went to visit Goats On The Roof market in Coombs as a diversion on the drive home, where Sandy and I did a bit of shopping. I actually managed to get a picture of the goats, but at the last minute, they turned away and I was left with a shot of goat butts. You can thank me for not posting them.

Not a clue what this is, but gorgeous doesn't begin to do it justice.  It grew beside
the church across the street from the Goats on the Hill market.

The day after Parksville, I sent them over to Gabriola Island to sight-see without me getting in their way. I've always done the art tour and chatted with artists when I'm over there. Sandy and John simply spent the day wandering through shops and taking in the sights, so I'm glad they had the space to enjoy the day in their own way.  We had them over for dinner after the trip and were very careful about John getting too close to the cats, but they weren't bothering him.  Maybe next time, they stay with us!

John enjoying the sun and a glass of wine on our balcony.  

Next day was a big one ... we took a winery tour of the south central island, visiting Merridale Cidery, which I had to admit was my favorite of the day.  We also stopped three other estate wineries and managed to purchase something at each.  The Siegerrebe from Rocky Creek has proven to be a favorite of mine.

The pictures that Sandy has are from the winery tour.  Love to have them  Sandy, if the ninjas haven't put them up for ransom.

The  official "Yellow Door" picture.

All in all .. we had a wonderful visit and we are really hoping that the promise of a house to look after in a warmer winter climate than central Alberta will lure them here for a few months later this year.  I can guarantee rain though.  But as we Albertans say .. at least it's not snow!

More posts to come as I sort out pictures I've taken the last couple of months.