Archive for January 2004


One of my grandmother’s sisters died yesterday, Auntie Winnie. I never knew her well, but her two sisters are in the exclusive group of people I love more than anything in the world. I called Nana and her oldest sister, Auntie Vera, last night and tried to let them know that I was thinking of them, and that I loved them.

Auntie Winnie was in her 80s and had not been well. As everyone has said, it’s probably a blessing that she’s not having to live in pain, in a care facility she didn’t like, and without the quality of life she enjoyed up to so recently.

What I cried about is the pain for the people left behind, my Nana and Vera, and Auntie Winnie’s son and family. When someone dies after a long and loved life, it’s hard to mourn their passing as a tragedy, but we still miss having their voice on the end of a telephone, their love in our world.
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Rabbie Burns

It’s supposed to snow again soon, however it doesn’t feel quite warm enough and I’ll have to settle for looking at pictures from earlier in the winter when Vancouver was gorgeous, instead of dreary.

Saturday was our annual Robbie Burns party, held a day early to accomodate all of us working this morning. Unlike last year’s piss-up, we were a bit more dignified this year. I attribute it to two factors, first the presence of a few school-aged kids who would notice any misbehaviour, and second, that we actually fed people this year. I made three shepherd’s pies Saturday morning, a THREE HOUR effort, and nothing soaks up scotch like potatoes and ground meat.
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We’ve been offline for a few days because we’ve been away, Cory had a site visit to a hotel that’s being built at Panorama Ski Resort near Invermere BC. He goes out there about 6 times a year, flying to Calgary and then renting a car and driving the 3.5 hours through Banff and Kooteney to get to the resort. Since Westjet had a seat sale this month, I went with him for a break.
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Saturday night we stumbled upon the loveliest little french cafe serving crêpes and gelato while out with Chad and M.

The original plan had been to head to a different cafe, which upon arrival, was jammed with people watching a live mediterranean dance show. I get claustrophobic in such places, and the dirty looks from other patrons as we tried to find seats chased me out very quickly. Walking down Cambie in the rain, we saw La Belle Époque was open and had an empty table so we ducked in and were greeted warmly.

Cory and I had gone out for dinner, so we weren’t hungry enough to try a crêpe, but M’s looked fabulous and with Chad’s help disappeared quickly. The proprietor literally danced while making the crêpes, and smiled at all the tables as he made his way around the room.

Later on in the evening, Cory was conducting mini-experiments with the string on his tea bag, and amid a rousing discussion of tension, the proprietor came over to ask if we were reading tea leaves. He offered instead to read our crêpes the next time we were there, promising only happy fortunes.

We stayed for almost two hours, lingering when drinks and food were long consumed. Rather than feeling rushed out, we felt encouraged to stay. Our water glasses were filled up so often that we drank more than we realized and no attempt at bringing the bill was made until we were putting on our jackets. It was a magic night, turned beautiful by the warmth and welcome of the cafe. Little places like this make a city a home, and a friendly smile can make a night perfection. I can’t wait to go back.
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Happy New Year!

Blue skies, 30cm of fresh powder, and empty trails.
A perfect day makes a great start to a new year.

Happy New Year, I hope it’s happy and healthy for everyone!