On Saturday morning I continued to do my best to finish the curtains for the house. However, this proved difficult with a kitten who thinks cotton is fair-game and finds it terribly amusing to up-end the pin box at regular intervals. And he’s so fast… you really don’t see it coming.
Slaughterpuss continues to sulk HARD. She will now stand within 2 feet of Andrew, summing up whether she can kill him or not but his unnerving habit of sneaking up on her has her trembling in her little white running shoes and she much prefers the comfort of the basement. Andrew is not yet allowed in the basement for fear we might lose him amongst all the junk.
Hubby spent the weekend tinkering with his car and it’s now looking most snazzy with all its new bits on it. So much so, we’re thinking of importing me a baby-one to replace the low-riding, totally electronic, gradually failing VW, that flinches at the sight of deep snow but that’s a long way in the future.
It rained all Saturday morning which is good because it makes for snow on the mountain and there has been lots – they have pictures of it on the website. Unfortunately though this morning is a temperate 17 degrees in town and 6 degrees on the mountain so it’s all goin' again – boohoo.
The annual ski swap that was supposed to be held at the school has been postponed because of the teachers strike. My support is starting to wear thin and I don’t even have children. It reminds me a little bit of the firefighters strike in England. You want HOW much more??? You're paid WHAT already???
On Saturday afternoon we went for our weekly walk around the village and up The Gulch and watched 7 kokanee salmon trying to swim up Camp Creek to do their thing – lay eggs for next years stocks. IN answer to a long-standing question, these salmon do not swim upstream from the ocean to here but are a race of land-locked salmon left over from when the world was all oceans then one day the all-encompasing being of the universe pulled the plug (or created the mountains) and took the salt away from the water and the salmon turned extra-pink and live here. The end.
This lunchtime I managed a long run – well, I was going to run to the gym but it’s further than I realised so I just ran – and saw a Great Northern Diver, or a Loon to be Canadian about it – diving for food (kokanee salmon spawn no doubt) in the river.
I like this time of year. Off home to rest my aching knees.
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