Airdrie, Alberta. Apples in natural, pie, and board game
varieties.
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| cinnamon-y goodness |
Brainy brothers who bond by brawling. The
Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. Brownies. Biking.
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| post-battle |
Confident, capable cousins I’m consistently
chuffed to claim. Cinnamon buns and cider. Crêpes in Cupar. Canada World Youth reunions near Calgary. Chopstick champions.
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| The food was not conducive, but they were such good sports! |
Dancing in the dark. Date with daddy. Derrick Jensen’s disturbing discourse.
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| dad and daughter dug it |
Eatmores, and Rolos, and Mars, oh my! Erica’s elegantly earthy earrings. Endgame.
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| Erika Folnovic designs -- get yours today! |
Friendly, familiar faces. Folk fest fancies and fun. Family.
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| Rosie and the Riveters radiant in Regina |
Getting “shanghaied” in Shanghai
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| a story for another day |
HUGS! Holding hands. Hymns by heart. “Humidity”
(ha!)
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| (photo unknowingly courtesy of Dennis Hendricksen) |
Insufficient sleep. Ice Burgs and Ice Cubes
at the Ice House Tavern. “I think you should stay.”
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| Dangerously delicious and impossible to finish, I passed on the big-as-a-dinner-plate Burg and contented myself with this (still sizable) Cube. |
Junior Mints. Jannah and Jocelyn. Joy.
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| stuck with me and still smiling |
Kebabs at Katepwa lake.
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| tah-dah! |
The Lancaster. The Lorax. “Let it Grow.” Long dresses. Lasagna.
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| What are we growing on our future tree? |
Maple Creek’s street festival. Mosquito bites and mead. Monster cookies and Mega Munch. Munschworks. The
Mercury. Moonlit motorbike rides.
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| The Shoeless Joes were sweet, but the party didn't get rockin' until three generations of Fettes hit the dance floor. |
“Nobody said it was easy…”
Overwhelming conversations. Old-age obligations, oil,
overpopulation, and other obstacles in an otherwise optimistic life. Omiyage overload.*
*Imagine, if you will, a photo of nearly 40 lbs of:
pennies, puzzles, Rider gear,
keychains, cookies, candies, beer
(...I'm procrastinating with the unpacking.)
Pike lake pastimes and pleasures. Paula, Paige, and a pair of Pats. Pad Thai. Prioritizing.
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| two charming members of an eight-person (plus supervisors) crew |
Quiet time? Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Re-connecting with my roots. Ruby Rebecca. Rodger
Dodger & Grandma Good-food. Robin's Donuts. Red raspberries. Rye
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| the thirteenth man couldn't save this game |
Second-hand shopping sprees. Sour Patch
Kids. Seriously silly Star Wars-y spectacle.
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| Should we set the stage for a similarly sensational stadium or skeptically sidestep a second slippery slope? |
“Try to do something that isn’t completely
mindless and meaningless.” Tickling the ivories. Touching elbows outside the courthouse.
Tearing up at Tim Horton’s.
Unsuccessful s’mores. Unexpected visits.
Voting – a right I hope those who are eligible (I'm not) will exercise in Regina
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| This shirt traveled to Tottori via Calgary (where it received a lot of confused attention) - Vancouver - Shanghai - Osaka. |
Waffle cones at Milky Way. Walks around Wascana lake. “We are fun together!”
X marks the spot where I’ll come back to
stay some day.
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| one of my favourite places on the planet |
Youngsters tell it like it is:
“You have a
mustache.” (Shammah)
“And a beard.”
(Bénie)
“Your hair is
nice…and weird.” (Katie)
Zoom: “an onomatopoeiac sound that indicates swiftness”
(thanks, Wikipedia!) and captures, in a word, the essence
of my near-month-long holiday.
