Sunday, July 10, 2005

So the waiter, he was eye candy...

It was lunch time yesterday, and we were at a restaurant. I was tired - who wouldn't be after only 3½ hours of sleep and a morning spent at Camp Snoopy with a five-year-old and a three-year-old?

It was good to take a load off, but I wasn't really interested in coloring the children's menu, and I didn't want to get into politics with my adult companions, so what else was there to do?

I spent most of lunch drinking Australian Cabernet and discreetly watching the waiter. Well...I think I was discreet anyway; maybe someone should have been keeping a better watch on the Cabernet.

We were at the Rainforest Cafe at MOA...if anyone knows....well, never mind. It wouldn't do to publicly name him, would it? He's the cute one. If you know him, tell him I said so.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Uff Da! Hotdish!


Here I am. My motherland. Place of my birth, my family, my roots, my soul.

After a weekend of driving, we crossed the border onto the vast soil of home this morning. The humidity is nearly as thick as a London Fog, and I love every sticky, damp moment of it.

We spent the evening at my sister's house, having tacos for supper, Canadian beer, and watching the kids play Monster Tennis in the backyard.

Surrounded by family in the cradle of civilization. Nothing better!