Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. You may recall from my posts last year that the best place to eat around here is “Heather's Oceanside All Night Diner” and that's where we went again this year. As always the view was fabulous, the service attentive, no waiting in line and reasonable prices.
The fare is simple comfort food, reminiscent of what I grew up on at our family restaurant. I think my eyes were bigger than my appetite and the pumpkin pie will have to wait till later.
Being a holiday for which we give “thanks” , we couldn't ignore our four-legged friends especially Sally......surprise surprise who turns out to be more of a.... Sam.
She (he) was relaxing at the back door and laying in such a position that for the first time we realized that she was a he. Who knew.
Did you happen to see an article this week forecasting that BC has a good chance of experiencing the coldest winter in 20 years?
Yippee...how do I type that in sarcasm? On the bright side maybe we won't have a lot of rain. The chainsawing, splitting and hauling of wood has become almost a daily activity, as we try to stockpile a good winter supply.
The hub of wildlife activity seems to concentrate in the area outside our kitchen door, wonder why? The other day I was putting clothes away in our bedroom when a noise grabbed my attention and surprise surprise look who I saw.
He stayed around for quite some time sticking his long snout into everything. I'd tap on the window to catch his attention but couldn't compete with all the smells he was experiencing which held his curiosity. He finally found what he was looking for. Heavy duty tough white plastic containers which hold the used oil from the deep fryer was the object of desire. He must have been here earlier as the lid of one was gone, chewed off as far as I could tell from my viewing point. Once found he didn't waste any time in getting a good grip of the handle and sauntering off into the woods. I haven't gone looking for the container yet but I will, just to see how far he travelled till he stopped to indulge in his prize.
Once again... just outside the kitchen door. Have no idea what he is after. Cute they may be but they get into everything, inside and out. Last year I had an ongoing battle with one in particular who kept finding ways into the basement. I've learned, the hard way, just how clever and determined they can be so this year I'm ahead of the game making sure anything that they could possibly open is stowed in totes and bins and even empty freezers....yet I still run into them down in the basement every now and again.
Surprise, surprise....the geese that only fly over head have started to show up every afternoon for a little snack before heading off to the other bay where they seem to stay.
The last bite.
Till next week,
Heather & Mike
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