Everyone who comes to visit, gets a visit from Spencer,
the neighbours ' unique cat. He inspects. He licks toes . He approves.
Monica , my dear friend from White and her mother, Henny.
And me. With Spencer. Ever present.
Oh to spend time with friends from across the pond. It is THE best.
With Cordelia looking on. From her fence.
I met Monica when we taught together in White Rock.
She has an infectious laugh that is catching. I think the laughter started the minute she walked in with her mom. The three of us could not contain ourselves.
This was the visit of the selfies. We did nothing but laugh and laugh. Especially, each time we clicked the camera into the the selfie stick for a photo op.
For some reason, we thought that was hilarious.
So we'd all laugh some more.
We toddled down to Tyee Spit and the poor tree that is dying in the heat.
Boats tryed to row frantically. Never getting anywhere.
Henny and Monica sat in the shade of what is left of that big tree.
And the Passage. Hot and blue.
The banks brown and crunchy and steamy with dust and sand and bugs.
A lone sailboat toodling up the passage.
And a selfie. More laughter.
And another at the Pier. We couldn't help ourselves.
Once on the Pier at last.
There was fishing and boating and more fishing and boating.
As if people were desperate to get in as much as possible before school
....before work...before everything. In the heat.
And the yachts. Big and small.
We saw the ELISA yacht toodling by.
Built in 2003 by the Christensen group. Crew of 7. 6 cabins.
Headed for Orcas in the U.S. It purred by. Like a kitten.
"The sea the sea, the open sea, the blue, the fresh, the ever free....
Without a mark, without a bound.......
"It runneth the earth's wide regions round......
"It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies.....
"Or, like a cradled creature lies.....
"I'm on the sea....I'm on the sea........
"With the blue above and the blue below, and silence wherever I go.....
"If a storm should come and awake the deep......
"Oh the fierce, foaming, bursting tide........
"Where every mad wave drowns the moon.......
"And whistles aloft its tempest tune.......
"And tells how goeth the world below......."
(excerpts from THE SEA by BARRY CORNWALL)
And yet another selfie with my kindred spirits. And yet more laughter. More happiness. More and more and more. Don't make it stop.
Let it go on and on and on. For now. Forever.
Much love to Henny and Monica for coming to spend time in Campbell River.
The Visit of the Selfie!
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