I'd Tap That

I can't think of anything to write so here's some pictures from my most recent trip home to the country. It turns out there's all kinds of fun activities right in the woods behind my parent's house! Chopping wood, checking to see if the honey bees are up from their winter nap, tapping maple trees and collecting sap... I didn't really do any of those things, but I took some pictures so it looks like I did.

Summer into Fall

I keep meaning to update the ol' blog, but it's just that I'm so busy doing important, interesting things. I'll write soon. In the meantime, enjoy these photos from my vacation home.


Krista and I having an algae fight at the beach.


Here we are frolicking in the surf. Clearly one of us misinterpreted the photographer's directions. Krista's doing "Baywatch Barbie" and I'm doing "I just stepped on a razor clam and then got struck by lightning."

Now enjoy these photos from my new house. This place would be great if it weren't for the four other people who live here. I've lived here three days now and there doesn't seem to be any stand-out assholes, so I'm sure we'll all reside here happily together.

Pumpkinheads

I went to visit the Valley folk for Thanksgiving. A raucous time was had. Every year I am in charge of the family name draw for the Christmas gift exchange and every year certain people try to cheat, trying to score those easy-to-buy-for names. I have to be pretty strict.

On the way home we drove through Kentville, home of the Pumpkin People. Someday I hope to live in small town with an equally charming claim to fame. When I saw this picture I wasn't happy that I looked fatter than the pumpkin musician wearing an oversized man's shirt stuffed with a whole garbage bag full of leaves, but I got over it, and enjoyed two pieces of pumpkin pie when I got home. The guy on the ground? I just got finished kicking his ass.

Surprise Garden

I was looking out in the backyard today and there's flowers out there! Who knew? They were probably planted by my former roommate. The cook moved out 2 months ago but she still contributes more to this household than anyone else.

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.

The House

I stole some pictures of my new digs from my roommate's Facebook album.

Extra long weekend

I decided to go home for the long weekend. So I did on Friday, now it's Wednesday and I'm still here. One of the benefits of being unemployed, I guess. Everyone here has just been too busy to take me back to Halifax and wasn't too anxious to pay for the bus trip so here I remain. I would have packed more underwear if I'd I known I was going to be here so long. I'm now thinking I was crazy to move into Halifax and live in a little apartment and pay rent just at the time when Bayfield comes alive and is at it's most beautiful. Halifax is great and all but it can't compare to an adorable seaside community in the summer. However I have friends in Halifax and the same can't be said for here. I plan to be back in the city by tomorrow afternoon.


We opened the ice cream stand today. So far business has been good. The locals have been asking for weeks when it was going to open, since it's the only source of entertainment in Bayfield besides the beach. I've been trying to sample all the flavours before I go. Here's a few of them.


My brother Mark was also home for the weekend from Fredericton. We all got to meet his girlfriend Emilie from Montreal, who seems lovely. She liked my father's homemade apple cider and ate every edible part of the lobster, so my parents deemed her worthy.

My father didn't mention to me that he had started beekeeping again so I got a bit of a shock when I was wandering through the woods and came upon two very busy hives. He's a fairly experienced beekeeper and the hives are well maintained but occasionally I still worry about them swarming.


Graduation was last week so my sister is now officially free from high school. She seems pleased. Prom was also last week. Krista's radioactive pink dress cost her five times as much as my prom dress. I hope she enjoyed it. Here's her and boyfriend Jeff, pre-prom.