Blog 8 of June

It's Sunday, and I woke up with a bit of a sore hip.  Hopefully it's just from the way I was sleeping and not from my walk last night.  I met up with Jean and we did our training walk.  Made it home before the rain got too heavy.  I love how fast a walk goes when you are walking and talking with a friend.  Jean is also doing the Kidney March, so I'm sure the 100 km will go very fast.
  This morning, I went with Bill to his office downtown.  Bill has been with his new company almost a year and a half and this is the first time I have been to the building.  He has finally moved offices (he's been procrastinating it for a few months) so I offered to come and help move his files.  The quest didn't get off to a great start as it seems the city is getting a start on Stampede paving and 9th avenue was down to one lane.  This stopped us from being able to pull into the parkade.  Luckily we found a parking spot not too far from the building.  I did not enjoy the ride on the elevator to the 43rd floor, but in these large towers, stairs are not always an easy option.  You have to zigzag on where to get off and on the stair path.  The move didn't take long at all.  The furniture was already in place.  The view is amazing

I'm not sure I could ride up and down the elevator a couple of times a day, and I think I would get a little distracted staring out the window all the time.

As I was pulling maps off the wall in Bill's old office, I came across a couple of art projects of the kids. I was impressed that Bill had them in his office.  I guess he does have a sentimental side.  Why must he hide it so often.  

I'm pretty sure this one of Ashley's was done in either preschool or kindergarten.  So that would make it about 20 years old.  The hand prints seem to be holding up well.

And this Father's day card Patrick made in 2005 so that would make it 8 years old.  I should convince him to make a similar one this year and post them side by side.

So we finished up and came home.  Around 4:30 Patrick comes home from school.  He's decided we should have a fire pit and cook some smokies.  Sounds good to me.  My clothes are always in need of a little fire pit smell.  I head out to start the fire and Patrick follows shortly after with the supplies.  We just get the first round of smokies cooking and the sky opens up and the rain begins.  At first it is just little drops, but before long there is a down pour.  Secretly I think it became a competition as to who would be the first to cave in and head inside.  I'm covered in a sleeping bag, eating my food underneath.  I hear Patrick give a yell, and as I poke my head out, I see him brushing off a hot ember from his sweatpants.  And just as he is observing the thumb size hole in his pants, another ember lands on his "fancy" sweat jacket, this time leaving a smaller hole in the cuff.  All of a sudden it is the "fire gods" fault.  Being the good mom that I am, I tried to hide my amusement, but Patrick noticed the giggles before I could stop them.  Then I asked him my most famous question "What lesson did you learn?"  I don't think he could think of a lesson other than to blame the "universe".  I tried to explain that maybe he shouldn't wear nice clothes to a fire pit, and he probably won't again.  Lesson learned!!!!!!  We both headed inside while the rain continued.  As soon as we sat down in the kitchen and continued to eat, the sky cleared, the rain stopped and the sun was shining.  Ahhh Karma!!!  I dragged Patrick back outside to enjoy the remaining flames and embers from the fire and of course, my company.  I love this moments.

Better get things cleaned up in the kitchen so I can relax with my book.

Stacey