Keeping Mum

Just for the record, the title of this posting refers to the name of a great black comedy we watched that's set in rural England, and isn't a reference to mother's arrival - although it is rather apt!Mum arrived on Thursday, and upon stepping out of the car onto our driveway was greeted by the neighbours daughter who was gabbling on about five policemen heading down the pathway across the road to find a Grizzly Bear. Thinking of this as nothing but 4 year old talk, we were a little alarmed when the neighbour actually confirmed this to be true - apparently the authorities were down on the pathway investigating a Grizzly sighting!!!! Welcome back to Canada mum! Looking a little on edge we reassured mother that it was nothing, but as we stood on the deck that evening the coyotes were howling in the field like a wolf pack setting off for a kill!!! More dangerous fauna to welcome mum to the big empty colony that is Canada. Fortunately, the following morning it was only a few deer that were grazing across from the front garden, but within 24 hours mum had encountered more critters than people over here!

We mosied on out to the hills on the weekend, with a jolly old hike up Yamnuska on Saturday (with the rest of Calgary cluttering up the trails), and I rode to Bragg Creek early Sunday morning and mum and Brina drove out to meet me and we hiked around the pleasant trails there - all without animal incident (much to mother's relief!).

We've only a week left of work - and I'm running out of games and videos (and other useless fillers) to occupy the wee little blighters. Another trip down to the movie store is in need this evening in order pick up dvds for tomorrow's lessons - I have no more scientific knowledge that I care to impart up the buggers (I didn't have a great deal to part with at the begining of the year and had to be very careful to spread my science know how out evenly over the course of the year!).
Had another little blip at hospital today (having had my general cancer check up on Monday) the cause of which is curtailing me from cycling for a little while (yeah it's all bollock related) - thus sinking me into a rather depressive state as I'm meant to race next weekend and am chomping at the bit, but will have to bide my time to see if I can. Ho Hum.
Anyway, the holidays are near, the sun is out, and I've a bottle of vino to go and finsh,
Waddle On,
S&S (and mother).