|Seagulls fighting over a "dead something". There's actually a bird out here called a "Jaeger" (German for hunter) that chases and harasses seagulls until they give up their food or vomit. True story.|
Long story short, my nephew plays soccer on an indoor artificial turf field. I was kicking the ball back and forth with him, and to demonstrate how superior my skills were (he's pretty good for an 8 year old) I unleashed a mighty kick at him, except instead of hitting the ball, I drove my toe into the turf and went limping off like a little baby.
|A seal teases some seagulls in Qualicum Beach. He had a salmon he was flipping in the air, then he would go after the seagulls when they tried to steal some.|
|Tide's coming in.|
|Cameron Lake. I already have a run planned for here on an abandoned railway.|
|A Hooded Merganser visits the pond next door. I love the "Elvis" haircut.|
|The Merganser diving. That's bad news for the goldfish.|
|This is where we will Kayak when it warms up. People do kayak(and golf) all year here though.|
|We want to do some mountain climbing, and this is the first one on the list, Mt. Arrowsmith. You might be thinking like "Dream On", but we feel like we're on a "Permanent Vacation"....oh never mind. It's the tall peak behind the foothills.|
|It's wet here.|
|So for Christmas, we deep fried a turkey.|
|Before...Prepped and ready to go.|
|Now comes Miller time....|
|Coolest side dish ever, mashed potato snowmen. "The Girl" is trying to serve them up in one piece.|
|10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, smile! I almost forgot, this is our Christmas portrait.|
|Anybody see a Hobbit?|
|Brad made an "appy" in the shape of a salmon. Cool.|
|The Boy got one with 3 eyes.|
|The excitement was too much for the 3 visiting mutts.|
|There is a unicorn farm here. They even have a "Unicorn Crossing" road sign.|
So,in the meantime, I am implementing a strict "No Beer until 5 P.M." rule.
I mean, it's not gout, after all.
Best thing about being retired? I just realized, I don't know what day it is today. Although I'm pretty sure it's either Wednesday or Thursday.
And don't call me Shirley.