We spent the weekend on Vancouver Island, visiting my sister, brother-in-law, and nephews in their new home.
People from Vancouver probably shouldn’t be allowed to travel. It stirs up house-envy. Halfway through the weekend I decided my life would be significantly happier if I had just one more kitchen drawer, and would probably be perfect if I had a pantry.
Outside the kitchen, though, it was a lovely weekend. We went beach combing and mini-golfing, and stopped for lunch in Coombs. On Sunday morning, we visited the North Island Wildlife Recovery Association, which was amazing. There were all sorts of recovering birds and rescued creatures, including this guy:
And, temporarily, this guy:
The association rescued eight bear cubs and released them last year.
We returned on the ferry yesterday afternoon, so it’s back to rehabilitating words for me this morning, with no bears in sight. But I did just send off a book idea which included bears. Does that count?
Also, I’m entering my own rehabilitation re: the kitchen pantry issue. It’s a twelve-step program.