Gone Camping

Just in case anyone is having trouble getting hold of me, I have gone camping for the long weekend. Yes, me outdoors with the bugs and the rain, should be interesting. Brock has reserved a campsite for us at Bon Echo, he lured me in with the prosepect of the largest visible collection of pictographs in Canada (over 260). I promise more details when I get back. Till then I hope everyone has a fabulous long weekend!

Thinking of you

Every time I lick a wine bottle it reminds me of you.

Oooops!

So, first I was leaving work on Friday and got into Brocks car and slammed the door shut (somehting that you have to do because the door sticks open). As I went to start the car I felt something hit my left leg. Slightly confused I looked down to find that the door handle had completely fallen off and was resting on my leg. Ooooops!
Second, we had a new group of campers today and I was in charge of two of them for most of the day. Now, I had thought it was supposed to be a girl and a boy based on the names, but when I met them I changed this opinion to two boys. To my horror at the end of the day the only person who had met them before this week informed us that no one of them is in fact a girl. Although I was not alone in this assumption that they were boys, I frantically began trying to remember if I had actually called her him or he, or for that matter if I had done it often. Still unable to recall, I am mortified that I may have embarrased her. Definitely a big ooops on my part.

Twas the night before urbanization

Last night, while I was peacefully watching a movie all by myself (Brock has gone back to Saskatchewan for his sister's wedding). When out on the front lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore up the shutter and threw open the curtain. The full moon on the breast of the street light glow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a knocked over garbage can and a bag being torn open not by a man. With a huge fat culprit, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a raccoon. More stubborn than I his coursers he stayed, as I whistled, and shouted, and called him bad names;"Hey! Hey you! I see you! Go away! Get! Get away! I'm not kidding! Go away! I don't want to have to clean up your mess in the morning! HISSSSS! Now dash away! dash away! dash away you big fat beast!"As the cars drove by, their lights catching his eye, he still kept to his courses, with a mouth full of grapes, and I saw him smirk too.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his teeth were all sharpened from scraps in my neighbourhood. His eyes -- how they twinkled! Those sneaky dark eyes framed by a black mask, as if a real robber doing his task. He had a broad face and a big round belly, that dragged on the ground, when he found something smelly. He was chubby and plump, a right nasty old thief, and I panicked when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had everything to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and spilled all the garbage, then turned with a jerk. And as I went for my camera, to prove what I saw, a group of skate-boarders startled him as they went by. He sprang to his feet to make his escape, and away he snuck so terribly pleased with himself. But I heard him exclaim, ere he waddled out of sight,"Don't worry my dear girl, I'll be back another night."

This is the only evidence I have of the terrifying experience.

Safety First

So, I was kindly informed (two weeks into my new job) that in order to satisfy the health and safety regulations for insurance purposes I must wear steel-toed footwear on site. Now, I can see how this may be important when doing archaeology on a construction site it seems unnecessary at my site where we have just found our first rubble concentration this past week. Regardless, I abided by this new information and went to Marks Work Warehouse and purchased a pair of Class 1 CSA Approved steel-toe shoes. Fortunately, I did find some on sale. These are them. I think I lucked out and managed to find a pair that kinda suit me, rather than those big clunky boots that I would never be able to walk in let alone dig in. Leave it to me to find a way out of having to wear boots, eh? They are sort of dirty already, but what do you think?