Home is...

Since we are moving once again, I wanted to actually have pictures of our apartment. Because for once, it's a beautiful place, and I'm sad to be leaving behind the angles, and the slope of the walls.

  The old door knobs and windows with fantastic views. Although we were "house poor" the whole time we lived here, it was inspiring to live in a beautiful space. Our last apartment was a box, we were surrounded on all sides. There were windows on only one side. Here, at Montview, the sun comes in from all angles. In the morning I awake to the sun beams coming in through the tiny window in the front, enveloping the walls in soft yellow. 

 We watched to moon rise quite fast a few nights ago. It was huge and bright orange, and came up as though it had places to be and things to do. We have no one above us, and for once we could hear the rain. The wind would shake us so hard the closet doors would shake. I have loved this place. But I am happy to be moving on.

 (more photos to come when I've uploaded them)

Begin at the Beginning (of the Photos)

I figured I should begin at the beginning of my photos. I feel a bit of de ja vu, have I said this before? 

Well anyways, this is us at Mt. Baldy this past winter. We spent a week there. I relaxed more than snowboarded. I hurt my back on the first day trying to carve. I still can't.

It's beautiful, but after two years, two chair lifts just isn't enough. We played scrabble, each had a dinner night, and rocked some Taboo and Cranium. The cabin's a bit cramped for all of us now. That may have been our last winter there. For a while anyways. 

We were there for New Years which turned out to be fun. We drank, curled our hair, drank champagne outside at midnight, then tobogganed down the hill. We all managed to get up and go for the day afterwards too. My favourite part was the drive back home. It was sunny and beautiful. Just W. and I in the car for hours. 

Catch-up

I have done a lot of camping and boating this summer. It feels like every weekend was packed with some kind of summer fun. Although, this has been one of the coldest summers I can remember. I'm not working full time and I thought I'd hang out at the lake or beach, but I rarely leave the house! But, during the weekend when W.'s home we like to go camping.

During May Long ( I think) we went to Pachena Bay. C. & C. were already there, they were able to leave early. We drove out on the back roads, I'd never been out there before. We arrived in the dark, and were looking for site #49 which didn't seem to exist. So I began whistling. C. says she heard our car and came running up from the beach right when I saw their Jeep. We pulled into our spot, not # 49, and grabbed a couple of drinks. C. & C. had a nice fire on the beach, as did a bunch of other people. It's the only campground that allows beach fires. Which made it the best camp site ever. Once we'd finished our drinks we went and set up the tent and made the fire at our site for a late dinner of smokies. C. fell out of his chair, we listened to "Rod the Bod", and laughed at our singing until we could barely keep our eyes open. 

 Breakfast was a delicious egg & bacon feast, as per usual when we camp together. We spent the next few days exploring the beach in the morning, drinking, and hanging out with some kids on the beach. I think the Dad enjoyed having us entertain them for the weekend. Although C. did get drunk and fall on his face a bit, but no one seemed to mind.

The boys played horseshoes all weekend. After one or two games my arm was so sore. We also played our obligatory bocce game, but we were distracted by something (that I don't remember), and never finished the game.

 There were more starfish and sea creatures there than I've ever seen. We watched osprey fly over the beach, and eagles diving for fish. On the way out we had to wait on the side of the road for a bit for C. & C. to catch up. So we sat on the hood and ate Fruit Loops out of our plastic bowls. It was a perfect camping weekend.

A Real Friday Night

Last night W. and I had the evening to ourselves. It was a beautiful summer evening, hot until the sun went down. We stayed out until midnight. These kind of nights make me feel like I'm acting my age. Because honestly, sometimes I feel like we don't go out and enjoy the city like we should for being in our mid twenties. When I got home from looking after B. W. was home on the couch. It took us about 45 minutes to organize ourselves and get out the door.
We walked downtown (with a drink) and headed towards the harbour. We acted like tourists for a while, checking out the buskers, staring at the gorgeous sunset. Then decided to get get some tacos. Mmm, the best tacos in town. Across the street from the little Mexican restaurant are two movie theaters so we went to check out what was playing. We bought tickets then still had an hour and a half to wait. We had ice cream from the soda shoppe,  listened to more live music, then slowly made our way back to the theatre. There's an arcade attached to the theatre, so I put in five bucks, and we didn't even use all the tokens. I won air hockey, we played some skee  ball, and raced cars. By then it was time for the movie, which wasn't really worth the 20 bucks, but oh well it wasn't horrible. (We saw 30 minutes or less, there were some laughs.)
We had a big bag of peanut m&ms and about halfway through the bag I reached in for a handful, W. was in mid bite, and the bag slipped out of his lap and we heard the rest of the m&ms rolling allllll the way down the aisle. It was hilarious and disappointing at the same time. I saw it happen in slow motion I swear. We slowly walked home, it felt warmer outside than in the theatre, and we weren't in a rush. We were home by about midnight, watched some t.v. on the computer, then went to bed. I feel sometimes that because we live together, and have for so long, that we don't really go on "dates" very often. Last night was exactly what I'd classify as a "date" and we're always having fun together so I guess that counts too. But sometimes you need some specified time together, where you don't discuss all the mundane things of life, but your hopes and dreams, and how you're working towards them.