They say you can't go back in life. That's true, but you can take a visit sometimes. We lived and worked in Chemainus on Vancouver Island for eighteen years. We made many friends there and did many projects including designing and/or building fourteen buildings, seven murals and hundreds of signs. One of these projects was 'the pink house' where we lived for about fourteen years. The tree we planted in the front yard has gotten absolutely HUGE! I'm back in town to repaint a mural this week and as I drove around today many long forgotten memories came back. It made me smile. Over the next few days I hope to see many old friends. It's been eighteen years since we left.
Three times as good
The only thing better than having fun with one grandchild is having fun with all of them at the same time. We attended the local farmer's market on Friday evening with Juniper and Henry. Phoebe was already there, face painting as a fund raiser for her next trip to Africa. Juniper had her face painted of course and then insisted on painting grandma's as well. Phoebe lent a steadying hand to paint a big purple heart (grandma's favourite colour) on her cheek. Grampa minded Henry and of course paid generously for the experience.
Good form
When people ask what we are building next door we tell them it's something that will make our house disappear. They believe us to be joking for our house is a bit of a landmark, but the Hazelnut Inn will handily draw attention away from our home with it's much fancier architecture. Today, the carpenters began tipping up the forming for the giant firewall which will run along our shared property line. Our house instantly disappeared (from certain angles). This is only the first story of the wall which will go up two and a half times this distance in places. Once the concrete is poured the real interesting work will begin and happen quickly. This is going to be a whole lot of fun!
