Pocketful of Memory Cards

Yesterday I received an early Christmas gift in the form of a humbling experience.   As I walked out the door of a downtown card shop, a person walked past dressed in a rather outlandish outfit.    A pair of cut-off lycra shorts were pulled over a pair of shiny taupe tights.    They wore a rainbow wig whose luscious waves tumbled hallway down the back of a red hoodie.   Atop the wig they sported a pair of short white bunny ears.   A blue suede purse rested on one hip and three large but flat Christmas gift bags dangled from the opposite arm.   A bouquet of festive mylar balloons tied with red curling ribbon and covered in Christmas cookies and holiday wishes floated above them.   I followed behind snapping a photo and rationalizing the invasion by the fact you couldn’t see their face.   We met up at the corner and while we waited for some cars to pass I remembered today’s Random Act of Kindness.   “Start-up a friendly chat”. “Are you Santa’s Christmas bunny?”   I asked

I was shocked to realize it's been almost a year a half since I posted.  It's been an active time for our family with ups and downs, trips and trauma, joy and sorrow.  But overall life is good and we recently spent a weekend on Salt Spring Island celebrating Reg's 100th birthday.  WOOT! I have lost my photo mojo and my ability to tell if my pictures were in focus were severely hampered by the fact that I lost my glasses a couple of weeks before the big event.  I'm posting them anyway because I know there are many of you who would like to see how the festivities turned out. Voilà ... Black Sheep used bookstore on Salt Spring Island Once again we stayed at the Beach House in Fulford Harbour this time with two extra guests. Next year there will be an additional little dumpling in Adam and Kayla's suite. Young Men Evan and Allie Grandpa and Grandchildren Adam, Caroni, Evan, Nicole and Andrew Youn