Alberta Bound and Gagged

Husband and I, as you may recall, have been posted to Cold Lake Alberta. We left last Sunday to drive to our new home. As we wound our way across the interior of BC we saw eagles, mountain goats, bear sign and Father-In-Law so I definitely feel I have encountered all the dangerous and hostile fauna the mountains have to offer. I am now braced and ready for everything Alberta can throw at me.

Road trips are always fun and this one was no different. We stopped in Penticton to watch the indie band Walk Off The Earth perform at a music festival; let peach juice drip off our chins in Princeton; had terrible coffee and excellent sandwiches at the Christian Café in Falkland; fell asleep to the rumble of thunder in Blue River; and marveled at the beauty of my lost horizon when it finally came into view.

The movers arrived a day early, which sped up our trip through Jasper and got us here a day ahead of schedule, so yay for us, more time in Alberta! We are still trying to find a spot for everything in the PMQ, which is rather on the small side. Jesse is happy now that The Sectional has been reassembled, and Fritti has decided to stop talking to us altogether and communicates her needs via Jesse. Oddly, Fritti seems to be requesting a lot more Milk Bones than usual.

Our new neighbourhood seems quiet. The jets leave before I wake up and are back while I am too busy to notice. There are not many people about, but I have a plan to befriend the lady who lives three doors down, who doesn’t know it yet but she will soon be my bestest friend in the whole wide world for ever and ever or 36 months, which ever comes first. I have her routine down already and the next time she leaves her house (in approximately 47 minutes) to throw a ball for her shepherd precisely 5 times before skittering back to her house, I will be ready and waiting with my best weapon: Jesse. Oh, Neighbour Lady, you and I shall be fast and bosom friends, if only my dog and I can catch you. I hope you aren’t a vegan and that you don’t refer to yourself as Mrs. Major Anything.

Lastly, the town of Cold Lake is not the desolate wasteland I had been lead to expect. In fact they have two separate Tim Horton’s AND a guy named Shaky Jake who will show you his moles for a dollar. That's a big neener to all you naysayers out there who told me I wouldn’t be able to stand the boredom of those long cold winter days of darkness.