Through The Glass Darkly
“These old houses are such a pain,” said Jane. “Just look at how warped this mirror is. I’ve been trying to do my makeup for an hour now. Not only does my reflection look strange, it jumps and moves when I’m hardly even breathing. And it’s so dark! What kind of silver did they use on it? Really, Marge, you should replace it immediately.”
“Um…. Jane? Are you talking about that?” Marge pointed.
“Yes, of course. The mirror.”
“That’s not a mirror. It’s a window.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo Credit:Janet Webb
T13: Whistler
1. Whistler is a singularly unnatural town. This is particularly ironic considering how much it caters to nature enthusiasts. Like many cities in the Pacific Northwest, the thick vegetation tends to hide everything. This walking bridge is right in the middle of town.
Suzie’s House 373 : On the Side of Truth and Justice
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Tracy grabbed Lisa’s arm and spun her around right before she and Ben went into the public library.
Lisa wasn’t really avoiding Tracy, though she kind of suspected what her cousin wanted to say. She was here because this was where she and Ben were spending most of their summer vacation. Yeah, geek city. It had to do with researching the books they were writings, but you couldn’t get something like that through to Tracy.
Pardon Me
Please pardon me while I continue to freak out about the condition of my web site. I was planning on talking about Whistler today, since it’s more or less in chronological order. Instead, you get a random picture of a glacier. I’ll do something about Whistler on Thursday.
Last week was quite the trying week for me. It started when the people who have been renting my old house for the last five years called to let me know they were moving. To Texas. And they weren’t planning on paying this months rent.
Menu
I updated both WordPress and Atahualpa. Apparently I should not have. As you see, I’ve had a bit of a melt down where my header is concerned. I’ve already been working on it for a day with no solutions in sight. I couldn’t even get a widget set up that would give you access to my pages. So for the time being, please accept this:
Welcome page:
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Hopefully I’ll get it squared away soon.
Roasted
Liam, Alicia, and Sally sat around the campfire, each with a marshmallow on a stick.
“Do you see faces in the flames? I see faces,” Alicia said.
“I just see fire.” Sally gave her marshmallow a practiced turn.
“I see the burning of the soul on a bitter and parched plain while the darkness of a yawning separation strangles a man’s words before they can be born. I see generation after generation of men struggling through a short life, never able to whisper a single word of love.”
“Wow. I think I love you,” Alicia sighed.
He gave Sally a look of yearning.
“You’re marshmallow’s on fire.” She never even glanced at him.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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BTW, Rochelle, feel free to raid my blog for photos.
13 Roadside Signs
For some of these it might be like playing hide and seek, but bear with me.
1. By the end of the trip we’d seen so many of these it became a joke.
Suzie’s House 372 : Not Even With Bribery
The old guy was blushing. After all the serious stuff they’d been talking about, Tracy thought Drew blushing was kind of cute. Or maybe just fun.
“So this is all just a timing thing.” Drew sat up in that plastic lounge type chair like he though he was going to go somewhere, and covered his face with on hand. He sighed like he was really fed up with everything in the whole world.
“Timing?” Gene didn’t sound so sure.
Lake Louse, Again
My previous post on Lake Louse was just a quick photo, so I thought I should probably talk about it at more length.
Lake Louse (the lake, as opposed to the nearby town) is a glacier-fed lake in Banff which sits around 5,000 feet above sea level. For me, that’s right at home. We stopped off to see it on our way to our hotel. Good thing, too, because the weather was great then, and miserable the next day.
Pillow Talk
Theodor: Yes, I know Jack doesn’t want you in the house; but don’t worry. I have a plan. He’ll never know you’re here.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Fledgling CEO
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “pillow” as suggested by Heather
Want to see what I can do with a word or phrase? Make a suggestion.
Squish
“Nature! I love it.” Alicia ran into the grass in the side yard with her arms spread wide and a huge grin. She did a pirouette.
“You can have it,” her friend Sally grumbled. She was tired of hearing her city-girl friend go on about every little thing.
“You’re just spoiled because you can be out in the Great Outdoors every day.”
“I wouldn’t step there if I were you. Or at least go back and put your shoes on.”
“Would you quit spoiling it for me? Wait. Eeeeeeww. What is that?”
“It’s the Great Outdoors.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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T13: Walking on a Glacier
1. There’s a tour that will let you walk on the Athabasca Glacier in the Columbia Icefield, which is about an hour and a half’s drive North of Banff.
Suzie’s House 371 : I am Not a Victim
“I don’t even know how I feel,” Gene growled. “But it isn’t good.”
“So now you think there’s something wrong with me, right? I’m dirty, or pathetic, or something.” Tracy glared. She sat in one of the upright lawn chairs with her arms crossed.
Gene stood over her, looking young and mature by turns. Drew lay in the lounger. He sat up and set his feet in the grass with every intention of slipping out of the backyard with as little fanfare as possible.
