Camp Counsellor

Today I sorted through a huge box of letters and notes that I had stored at my parents' house. I figured it was time to get them out of there and get rid of some of them. You can see the bag full of recycle next to me, and the consolidated letters sorted into shoeboxes.


Of course in the process a few gems were discovered. Like this picture, drawn by Tash. She hates cats. The sketch below is a cat being run over by a truck that says "devil patrol" on it.


I threw away most of the letters from people I have lost touch with totally, and a lot from summer camp friends. But I couldn't bear to get rid of one letter...most of you know that at one time I was a summer camp counsellor. Those were some of my glory summers, and one of my favourite campers was a 10 year old girl who came to the 'roughin' it' camp out at the tipis, where we lived away from the main camp and cooked our meals over a fire and played in the creek and all that good stuff. Anyways, this letter wins points for cuteness. Click on each page to view it larger - it's much more readable that way.

Our very own town troubadour

ALL CAPS UPDATE: HE PLAYED 'ALL AROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH' AGAIN THE OTHER DAY, AND THEN LINDA FREAKING DUNCAN WALKED UP AND GREETED HIM LIKE AN OLD FRIEND. I STARED. AND MISSED MY FRIEND KERRY.

One of my favourite things about Churchill Square on weekdays is the busker on the corner who calls himself "The Electronic Busker". Most days he's out there with his silver sequined suit jacket and his flowing grey hair. He is often playing familiar riffs from classic rock or whatever he feels like. One time, two or three days after I had a conversation about the song "Ghost riders in the sky" with Lewis, he played that very song as if he knew. Today it was "All around the mulberry bush". Made my day.

I didn't know this, but I just checked and he sure does have a website, with an entire album available for download. Check him out.

Decidedly not

Do you ever go through a phase where you find a new hairdo and it works perfectly for a couple of weeks, and then all of a sudden one day you wake up and it's impossible to get it to do that ever again? It may not look that fabulous to you here, but I was having some seriously fabulous and huge messy buns just after my trip to Europe with Joel, and now they are gone. The fabulous hugeness has disappeared, which is decidedly counter-intuitive since my hair is longer and huger now than it has ever been. Sadness.



Speaking of Joel, there is a rumor floating around Kings-land that we are engaged (we are not). Here is a cute picture of him lying on my sidewalk though. Is it wrong that I am amused and almost pleased to know that I am being discussed among the peripheries of my acquaintances? Maybe we are not supposed to admit it when we get pleasure out of such a narcissistic thought. But I just did. Don't judge too harsh.

That's all folks.