OK, it is not Friday but it is my Friday. Yes, Monday is my Friday. So whenever everyone else is moping around about it being Monday I am doing a happy dance because I am off for two days.
I am waiting right now to go and pick my daughter and her boyfriend at the ferry. She is 18 and wanted to go to Vancouver with him for the weekend. Every single cell except one in my mother heart didn’t want to let her go and wasn’t going to let her go. I mean, it’s Vancouver. It is not a safe place to be in after dark and even in the daytime in some parts of the city. But that one last cell let her go with multiple rules and check ins. The deal was she had to be in the hotel before dark and let me know when she was coming and going. I trust her completely to obey me because even though in the past she has rolled her eyes at me for putting rules into place she has never, not once, disobeyed me. I am a grateful mother for that. Anyway, the ferry was delayed and delayed and then delayed again until the ferry people canceled it altogether so she is on the next ferry.
I was going to post some pictures that I took this week while I was waiting in my car between clients at work. One was of the huge amount of cottonwood and dandelion spores floating around. It was floating through my car and inside people’s houses. It was like a snowy day. And there was another picture of a black squirrel watching above from the power lines because a Rottweiler was walking by. The pictures of the above are either no longer on my camera or I can’t find them. Either way, you don’t get to see them. I bet you are not all that disappointed because who really cares about pollen and squirrels? Well, I guess I do because I cared enough to take pictures.
Yesterday I saw Norbert and Norbert’s clone at the exact same time. So now I know for sure there is more than one Norbert. If you are new to my blog and want to know what I am talking about you can go here. There may be up to four Norberts. When I ran to see the outside Norbert he disappeared into a black hole/time warp. Or it might have been the neighbours yard. But I know I saw two and this is probably going to be how I am going to die if I let Inside Norbert’s nails get long enough. (He seems to be the leader.) I see they way he stares at me and narrows his eyes. Right now he has a whole house to sit in, wherever he wants, but he is sitting on my new pants. Don’t make fun of his pink collar. He likes it and thinks it’s fancy. His word, not mine.