For some reason the new to me parka I picked up at a yard sale this spring is a bit of a magnet for the gentlemen of Whitehorse. Last weekend I was at a quilting retreat with my dear husband. We were late leaving and he was bringing out some of the last boxes. I saw a pair of legs and called out; "honey did you bring all the boxes?" When the person attached to the legs came into view I realized at once my error; "You're not my husband". His reply? "You wanna give it a whirl?"
Then on Thursday I was walking along Main Street and stopped to wait for the light to change. The fellow waiting for the light beside me glanced over and asked; "can I buy to a beer" while nodding at the Town and Mountain lounge. I laughed and politely refused.
There is something about that parka I tell you...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
One of the wonderful things about late fall (really early winter) here in Yukon is when the bohemian waxwings descend on a tree near you and beak off about how amazing the berries are. Within moments the tree is stripped of berries and the birds are off. They arrived in our yard yesterday. For photo purposes it would be nice if the sun would come out, but it hasn't for weeks. Hence a dimly grey world.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I decided that I'd go along with the crowd and got the flu shot. Well today I feel like death warmed over. With my luck I'll probably get the damn flu anyway before the stupid shot gets a chance to kick in. I wish that there was a little more information about how crappy you feel after the shot. Of course not everyone feels crappy, some lucky people just have a sore arm. "They" don't even track how many people feel crappy so there's no way for "Them" to say if that is what happens to everyone who gets the shot. Sigh.