The Flying Nunn

Christmas was good. The only downside was that my sister wasn't home. She's living in Calgary volunteering at the Calgary Zoo and working at a restaurant called Soho for a man named Chico whose website promises beautiful girls. She emailed me saying she was being trained as a docent. I didn't know what a docent was so I looked it up to make sure it wasn't a prostitute or a pole dancer. It's not; it's "a person who is a knowledgeable guide, especially one who conducts visitors through a museum and delivers a commentary on the exhibitions." At this point I clued in that the docent training was for her work at the zoo. Whew.

My favorite Christmas present this year was my vacuum cleaner. My second favorite gift was my digital camera. I'm still trying to figure it out. Here's a treat for Jim Nunn fans - pictures of Mark and I trespassing on his property. Here we are on Boxing Day enjoying the view from his patio.

Here's Mark playing with Jim's homemade catapult. In the summer, the little Nunns use it fling rocks and debris at beachgoers. The cabin that stood between our cabin and the Nunn cabin finally succumbed to the elements and fell down, so we are now their next door beach neighbors.

I was not at all prepared to go back to class yesterday. I knew I had to be there for 8:30 (in the morning!) but I had no idea what class I had or where it was being held. I went to school and waited in the lobby until I saw someone I recognized and followed them. They lead me to a class called Information Services II which is luckily where I was supposed to be, but was unfortunately as boring as the name suggests. I only vaguely remember the prerequisite course Information Services I.