The Prospective Move

Yippee! Everything seems to be falling into place and, if all continues to do so, I will be moving to a beautiful lakeside city that screamed “come back!” to me as I drive through it on my way home today. It’s funny how some places are so much more desirable than others. This city has impressed me in many ways so far. Just to name a few:

-Super friendly bus drivers (as I jumped aboard and grabbed a bus schedule) and lovely information booth lady.
-The college is, by my standards, cute. It is small and compact, and has a Tim Hortons and a Starbucks.
-Downtown has an old, yet vibrant feel to it. Not to mention wide streets with parking spaces which do not require parallel parking skills.
-Anyone who knows me at all knows that I am very directionally challenged. But in this city, I can actually follow the map, and it all makes sense!
-I can’t even imagine how many beach accesses there are here.
-At night, in the lake’s reflection, you can see all the houses looking across the water.
-Not too far out of town, after traveling past vineyards, more lakes, a few more cities, and most likely some construction, there are some wonderful people that will take me in and make me laugh. And come be my roomies:)

It probably doesn’t hurt that every time I have been there, it has been warm and sunny out. But then again, the nearby ski hill should be enough to satisfy me in the longer, harsher winters there than we have in Victoria.

Now I just need to cross my fingers and toes that I get accepted into 3rd year Nursing at the College. Otherwise, I stay put.

Intellect

Seeing as I have said my final, non-tearful goodbyes to the college for another semester (woot!), I thought I should share a bit of joy I received from it's hallowed halls. This was posted on the wall in the midst of a ton of other papers, none of which were as note-worthy as this one.

"An intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger." Followed by lots of giggles from me.

And then I started thinking about it- it may be true to a point. It takes a certain type of brain power to remember what something was originally, before time and popularity changed it or combined it with another identity. There is an older lady who we drive places, and she always points out streets that used to be called other names, buildings now in the place of old cow pastures, fields that used to have two roads running through it, and everything and anything that has changed since she was a girl here.

There is a new round-about going in near my house, and I can't for the life of me remember what it looked like before the construction started.

But I won't worry, I'm sure there are other types of intellects out there.

Whale of a Tale... or two-oooo

Well thank goodness for a loyal sister who responds to my questions. Without her, I'd have to answer them myself, which I’m also okay with. However, I think your opinions are probably much more fascinating than mine, so next time... step up my friends!

This is what those crazy east winds do to our little island- wash up Grey whales! East winds and killer killer whales. (Actually!) It won’t be sure what happened to this little fella until they do an autopsy which should have happened by now I think.

I don't want to say anything too mean about this poor magnificent creature, but he smelled pretty... strongly. We came prepared. Rubber boots, camera, febreeze.

The Disney tune "Whale of a Tale", is definitely one of my favourites. It's catchy all right. Now back to the books.

21

There's something pretty special about the first real 21 game of the spring. Monica, Sterling and I have tried to play a few times already this year, but each time we've been beaten by the rain/wind/hail and the experience didn't feel too springy.

What proves to you that spring is here?