

Sandpiper

Fatanna(aka Montana our fat child)

Pencil holder for Diane with my signature lizard crawling up the side.
There you go, my first attempt at pottery.
. . . This is the journey of Diane and Mary immigrating to Canada from Las Vegas, Nevada. We were looking for relationship recognition and a better life in Canada. We have found both in the best place on earth, Vancouver Island, British Columbia.



Fatanna(aka Montana our fat child)

Pencil holder for Diane with my signature lizard crawling up the side.
There you go, my first attempt at pottery.
Scout finally gets her hedgehog for Christmas!




able poker playing. We didn’t have six shooters so it had to be handled in other ways. Unfortunately, the snowwoman suffered the most! We had a good time, despite the heavy snowfall. We had enough food for 20 people. All of it fantastic. Heather, Karen and I did most of the cooking. It was all appy's. Darren was kind enough to drive my and Diane’s trucks up the hill this morning and park them so that we can be sure that we will get to work (and pottery class :J ) tomorrow.

(Belated)Happy Thanksgiving!
We had all the fixings and plenty of wine to celebrate our first Thanksgiving in Canada.




Diane had a big important lunch with the owner of her global company. She wore a blue pinstriped suit and looked very nice. She said it was very pleasant and she got on with him very nicely.
We are continuing our 7k walk on a weekly basis. We took Montana and Majik today. Heather brought her boxer, Jackson and Ann brought Westie Maggie and houseguest Westie Wilkie. The weather is beautiful with crisp autumn in the air and maple leaves turning every shade of yellow to red. Some leaves are as big as your head. Ann pointed out the eagles nest on the walk. It looks about 4 feet in diameter. No signs of eagles now, but Ann says they have used the nest for several years.
We bottled wine again last night. This time a California Zin. Right now the wine count in our cellar is about 623 with another 120 in the works. Diane says the goal is to have about 1000 bottles on hand at all times. Okay. If anything ever happens to us, Heather and Darren are directed to come and get the wine first thing. We have a small cellar and a large underbelly in the basement that we store the wine in.
Work is work. Some days are better than others. It is very nice to have a paycheck to help support our house in the States. When it sells, we will re-evaluate the whole working fulltime thing for me. This is a lot of house to try to keep up with on the short weekends alone.
That is it for now. I’m off to shop online with L. L. Bean, who is offering free shipping to Canada for a limited time.


We have been invited to join a group of friends on a weekly dog walk, at a spot we don't want to advertise since it is virtually undiscovered at this point. The walk is about 7k give or take a little. This was our second week of the walk. I thought I would share some of the beautiful scenery that we saw.
The new job is going okay. I still don't know how well I fit in there, so I'm giving it a while to see. Things are done much differently there than I am used to, so I am definitely out of my comfort zone. I will give it my best shot.
We had a good time at the festival. There were ven
And a little visit from a tree frog.
I do volunteering for the Old Cemeteries Society of Victoria. We are currently working on the Ross Bay Cemetery documenting the monuments. When Diane goes into town on Saturday mornings for her meetings, I usually go to the cemetery and do a little work. I have a certain row that is my assignment. There are very large trees all around. The crows gather in the trees above me and chatter, flapping their wings and watching me measure and draw. After my latest visit I had a dream that night when I went to bed. I dreamed a group of crows were talking to me. They explained that why they hang out at the cemetery is because they escort the spirits of the dead into their next life. (No, I never saw the movie/comic book “The Crow”.) I said, I
thought that we were all connected to the people in our lives because of karma and being drawn together life after life? The crows said, No, it’s all random. It is who ever needs a spirit (they never used the word soul) and who ever is available. When the spirit leaves the body we show them the way to their new life. I might add that none of this is my waking belief system, which is what makes the dream so strange. And no, I don’t smoke anything illegal.



