My mom came to visit last week, so while I stuck to my morning writing schedule, I basically absconded from all other responsibilities and played tourist instead.
We went to Yaletown and decided which yacht to buy for our imaginary round-the-world sailing trip.
We marvelled at the complete Yaletown-ish-ness of the stroller fit class in the distance here.
And we tried for quite a while to find the deeper meaning in this piece of public art.
It’s possible that aliens are taking over Vancouver, and they’ve disguised their vessels as sculpture.
Mom flew home on Monday, so it’s back to writing for me, now with laundry and cooking on the side rather than sightseeing. Fortunately, there are still plenty of aliens in my life.