Heather the kids and I headed out on the boat again this weekend. We made it to Romance Harbour which is about 12 miles down the bay. It was a gorgeous weekend, one of the nicest of the summer. I thought it was a spectacular weekend. Our good friends George and Janet Diveky brought their granddaughter, Jackie and she and Cassidy became instant friends. There were a couple of boys about the same age as the girls on another boat and all the kids had such fun. Romance Harbour is a series of very small, fairly flat islands, so we just let the kids go ashore and run amuck. They had moss wars, and as the anchorage was very protected we let Cassidy, Elijah and Jackie row about in the dinghy. The other boys had access to a motor and spent hours going in circles around our kids who were perfecting their rowing skills.
We arrived about 3 in the afternoon on Sat. and after exploring one of the islands we set out to catch a fish. Elijah hooked a mighty jack and was in the process of landing it when the beast bit through his line and made off with his hook and his leader. Heather suffered the same fate a few href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6Pai8b4eBSNodzhFfnO_OKhKvouBZmgCHam3WrG2SLM0s-MyOav0Jcav7MAF4dL3UT10qpX7_tZTkt_JJdbD0nsPhsioUNgn50HsvoQ7GTRGw7wRUPsvZhbFNg90NIQLdP6WUQ/s1600-h/Romance+Harbour+019.jpg">minutes later. Jackie was luckier, she managed to land one and after it was filleted by Janet the kids explored the intestines, liver and eyeballs of the about 10 pound pike. The fish provided about an hours entertainment and the shrieks from the girls every time it oozed some bodily fluid echoed over the water.
There were five boats in total and we all got together on Sat. night and had a pot luck with fish as the main course, the whole meal was outstanding. We finished off the weekend today by flying the spinnaker all the way into town under a bright sunny sky. Apparently the northern lights were dancing last night but after all the excitement with the fish I went right to sleep once my head hit the pillow.

Horseshoe Bay Bound

Heather, the kids and I headed out for Horseshoe Bay last weekend aboard Morning Star. There was a pretty healthy wind blowing across the bay, an easterly, unusual for Yellowknife Bay which is situated in a north/south direction, this means you can beam reach up and down the 12 mile long bay without tacking, a sailors dream. It was a tad difficult getting off the dock, if you want the full story on that you will have to ask in person, but once underway we just flew. What a ride, all we had up was the jib, and Morning Star was booting along at 6 knots, it is a very stable boat so there was very little weather helm and everyone was able to enjoy the ride without chanting the sailors lament, "Oh my God, we're all going to die!"
Once we had the anchor down, the kids were clamoring to get off the boat so a shore party was arranged. Heather valiantly rowed her family to a nearby island and they safely disembarked from the dinghy and did some fishing. 3 other boats showed up a bit later and we had a little community going.
The next morning was very dull and dreary, after we indulged in French toast Al La Cassidy, we played card games, a partial game of Scrabble and a lively game of
Canadian dice. ELIJAH'S MUMMY STARE Elijah at 8 didn't quite grasp the subtleties of the game of chance and would shake one die when he had 1500 points on the go. It was all fun especially when the game ended with Heather shaking a large score, me stealing it after shaking 2 die and then Cassidy winning the game on a lone die which rolled to a winning 5! The afternoon was spent trying to catch the elusive jack fish which would torment the kids by following their hooks right toshore. The kids also learned how to row, but Mom wisely nixed their wish to head off in the dinghy on their own, we weren't sure where they might end up. We lunched aboard diesel furnace heated Yola, an Ericson 34, scarfing down Diveky pancakes by the fork full.
I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend and we finished it off this morning with another beam reach home. I was in my element while Heather and the kids snuggled below and read. Eagle eyed Elijah spied the nest where the resident bald eagle looked after her young as we left Horseshoe Bay. The call of the loon is still echoing in my mind.

My cousin Greg Kite flew into Yellowknife today from Holman Island which is north and east of Tuktoyuktuk, which is located where the Mackenzie River empties into the Bering Sea, it is really far north in other words. After some confusion on my part as to which hotel he was registered in, we found him and had him over for dinner. It was great to catch up on his family's news and share some stories. At the moment he is working for a company which is surveying from the air, he flies a Navajo PA 31, I think he said, and the surveying is being done for the Canadian government in part to prove that we have a presence in the Arctic as well as possibly identifying kimberlite pipes, which are an indicator of diamonds.
Greg has flown all over the Arctic over the years, cruising around over Iqualuit, Cambridge Bay, and he was recently doing a survey in our old hunting grounds around Uranium City. In order to do this survey Greg has to fly this plane at 500 feet, carefully following the contours of the ground. He has some super duper GPS on board to help him do this but he said that after a 6 hour flight at this height he is exhausted. He had some great stories to tell about the accommodations and muskox meals he was getting at the Arctic Char Inn, but apparently he has not had a meal of Char yet, how does that work?

After we had dinner we headed off for a trip to Walmart and Canadian Tire. Greg wanted a push broom so he could clean off the gravel from the runway so they didn't spew gravel all around when they started up the plane. He let us into the hanger so we got a chance to see his fancy plane. He had helped change the oil earlier in the day. Apparently the plane needs to be serviced every 50 hours, so Greg figured if the weather held in Holman he would be back in Yellowknife every 10 days or so. We finished off the evening with a sight seeing tour, showing off the boat yard and the house boats as well as the float plane base. Hopefully if he is able to come back this way he will bring a couple of Char with him and I could cook it up for him.

Well, the big 60th birthday weekend is over. Bruce and Marg arrived on Thursday at noon and left at noon today, Sunday. We had a blast. Bruce fulfilled his one desire and caught a fish. Bruce will have to supply the picture! Barry beat his brother in the 10km walk so he is really happy!!! Margaret and I had a great time comparing stories, hanging out while the boys went speed fishing, trying to get good pictures of dragonflies and embroidering.
We went to Bullocks for a fish feed on Friday night, it is one of the best places to get fresh fish anywhere and lo and behold they had pickerel on the menu, it was scrumptious. We had a wiener roast on Friday out at Prelude Lake and we toured the museum yesterday when it was rainy.
The Overlander Yellowknife Marathon just happened to be on this weekend so Barry got the brain wave that we should all go in it. Fortunately they had a 10 km walk category so we all entered. The guys were a hit, the Lange twins testing out their new hips. The entry fee included a carbohydrate loading opportunity at Boston Pizza last night and after we had finished that we headed back to our apartment to complete the process by devouring the birthday cake supplied by Bruce and Barry's Mom courtesy of the Co-op. The twin Harley Davidson motorbikes on the cake were a big hit!

The one upmanship was rampant over the weekend with speculation about the fact that the women would for once in their lives be able to out pace the men. Bruce and Marg had a plane to catch about 4 hours after the race started so we wondered if we would have to go and scoop Bruce off the course and race out to the airport. Barry fooled us all and set off on a blistering pace at the beginning of the race. There was no way I was going to let him get away but every fourth step I had to skip or hop in order to keep up to him. If I wanted to get a stone out of my sandal I would run ahead in order not to be left in the dust. Marg dutifully stayed behind with Bruce to encourage him to keep up a steady pace. I thought we would leave them in the dust with the pace that Barry had set but they stayed pretty close behind. We hit the 5 km mark at 44 minutes, leaving us thinking perhaps a 90 min 10k was possible. Barry fell off the pace a little and we finished in about 1 hour and 33 minutes. Barry was so competitive and he was making such rude remarks about my ability to keep up that I was tempted to sprint the last 100 meters so that I could beat him for once, but I guess maturity has dulled my instincts because we crossed the line holding hands.
I am so glad Bruce and Marg were able to come up, thanks to the cheap West Jet flights that are available. I don't remember them celebrating a birthday together since we have been married, so 60 was a good year to do it. Now that they are so mellow and can collect their old age pensions if they wish, life is good!!!
A REAL NORTHERN SIGN

Barry and I spent the weekend out on a sail boat, what a novel concept! A wonderfully generous friend of ours offered us his boat for the month of August. The boat is called Morning Star and it is an Aloha 27. It is rather beamy which means it has a lot of room below, which is great for Barry.
Barry was a bit worried about getting on and off the boat, not wanting to try and get into a dinghy, which can be tricky at the best of times, when you have a newly healing hip, it can be downright dangerous. I brought the boat up to the dock and Barry just had to step on, he didn't step off again until we returned to the dock.
He had a bit of trouble getting in and out of the V-berth on Friday night so on Sat. he just slept on the settee and that seemed to work just fine.
We had a wonderful time, we went out with another boat and they came over for dinner on Sat. night and on Sunday morning I went canoeing with Helen. We headed away from the boats towards a little island. Helen had been over there the night before and she had noticed smoke coming from the island, not wanting to intrude she did not investigate. I suggested that maybe we should make sure there wasn't a fire, but then again it was just a small island and if it burnt the fire would not go anywhere else as there was quite a bit of water between that island and the next. Helen said she would like to check it out because if we didn't she would always wonder. We went ashore and sure enough, there was a campfire that someone didn't put out properly and the sod was slowly smoldering. There was a couple of plastic bags in the canoe so we did our duty and poured water all along the edge of the fire. There was a tree, that had it's roots burnt and it had fallen over and the fire had consumed some of the needles. It had rained on Sat. morning so the fire was just slowly spreading. I like to think we saved that island. It seemed like a popular spot as there were several fire pits as well as areas that were quite trodden down where people had pitched tents. We certainly did our good dead for the summer and I can add another line to my resume.....fire fighter!!!!!
We had the best sail back. The wind was behind us at about 20 knots and as I mentioned the boat is beamy, therefore quite stable. We flew the main and the furling genoa and Barry very ably piloted the boat, wing on wing all the way down Yellowknife Bay. She just flew, hitting 6 1/2 knots with the waves just pushing us along. Barry got some colour in his face and I got him away from that nasty office where he spends way too much time.
Helen is going to send me some pictures from the fire so you will see what I mean. Another camera in my care has bitten the dust. The battery connection does not seem to work. It will not open any more and when it does it tries to tell me that I need new batteries when I have just put brand new batteries in. I tried all my tricks to get the connections to work but no luck, I guess cameras just have a hate on for me, it obviously can not be anything I could possibly do to them.

F#%*ing Iain
CAUTION: This blog may contain coarse language. Parental Discretion is advised

There are 4 Ian's in our sailing club. When I told a fellow sailor I was going in the Commissioner's Cup with Iain, he asked if I was going with F#%*ing Iain, from now on this is how we are going to describe him. The reason being is that Iain has the ability to use that word in many contexts, he can use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective or any other part of speech you would care to think up! He can even use it to coin new words such as absofuckinglutely. Iain and I were on Misty II for 80 hours over the long weekend so we learned a few things about each other.
Effing Iain is a true northern character, he lives off the grid. Iain does not currently have a job, he lives on his sailboat in Great Slave Lake, which is North of 60. He does not have a phone, does not pay for electricity, if he wants running water he takes his boat out into the bay where the water quality is better and fills up his tanks. He is rough, uncouth and very very loud. His booming laugh is infectious, it is said that on one Commissioner's Cup race boats were becalmed, it was dark and they could not see each other but they could hear Iain's laugh. Iain was born and raised in Northern England so the Pommy Bastard has some peculiar traits. He likes cheese and pickle sandwiches, he farts very loudly and he has been known to ask the photographer to wait a second because he has to scratch his balls. Notice where Iain's hand is! ( I did warn you about the coarse language)
Effing Iain wanted to be an aircraft engineer, he has the brains, but he got on the wrong side of his headmaster in England. The first time he met the man, was in court where the headmaster had to testify on Iain's behalf on some charge, what the exact nature of the charge was, was not revealed. At the end of the school year the students were given a week off to cram for their O levels or final exams to get into university. Iain buggered off to air cadet school and got his gliders license, when he returned to take his exams the headmaster expelled him. This was the end of Iain dream of being an aircraft engineer! I am not exactly sure what happened after that but the next portion of his life that Effing Iain revealed to me was when he was driving truck for a living and emigrated to Canada six weeks after his wife suggested the idea.
From there Iain seems to have engaged in numerous pursuits in order to earn a living. He repaired aircraft, he tended bar for years, he was a Xerox repair man, he paints houses, basically he can do anything he puts his minds to. You would never know it to look at him but Iain is a amazing fellow, he reads extensively and can retain all sorts of useless information, he can converse knowledgeably on arcane subjects, he enjoys listening to Edith Piaff, he is an excellent chef and he loves dry English humour, he quotes Monty Python skits verbatim. That just goes to show you can not judge a person on appearance alone, that would be a huge mistake in Effing Iain's case. Oh and did I mention Iain loves to party, he is a pot head and every time he would ask me what time it was on the boat I would faithfully look at my watch and tell him the time and he would sing out, ITS BONG TIME! He gave up smoking but he might as well not because his lungs suffer just as much if not more from the amount of pot he smokes.
The man has a million stories the best one involved the fact that Iain was related in some manner to an old time Yellowknifer that was a geologist. This guy had discovered a gold mine and was very well off. A buddy came to visit and pick his brains about where he might find diamonds here in the Territories. Iain was asked to leave because the discussion was "Private", years later the man who came to visit was responsible for the huge diamond find here. Iain figures if he had played his hunch and bought shares he would be filthy rich. The other story involves arson. Iain was working for a small outfit that ran a fishing lodge. The owner had run the lodge into the ground and was hurting financially. Out at the lodge the owner decided to take things into his own hands. He had one of the fishing guides bring a barrel of diesel up to the lodge and then sent him away with a customer far away across the lake, weird!! When the guide returned the lodge had gone up in flames. The owner reported that one of the guides must have been smoking in the their cabin because the guide accommodations had gone up first and then the fire had attacked the main lodge. Well little did the owner know someone was flying over in a Twin Otter and saw the main lodge burning but the guide shack was perfectly fine. OOPS, I suppose if you are going to be an arsonists you should get your story straight.
I could go on adfinitum, but I think you get the idea. The CC race always leaves me with great memories. I will always remember Fucking Iain and his way with words!!!! I am extremely grateful that Iain allowed me to badger him into going on the CC. He has been in 10 or 11 races but never as Captain and it was great to see him win on a boat that has it's name on the Cup about 5 times. Jim would be glad that you carried on the tradition Iain!!

THE COMMISSIONER'S CUP

The Queen's representative is referred to as the Commissioner of the Northwest Territories. He sponsors a sailboat race every year from Yellowknife to Hay River and back. The race is 120 nautical miles each way and I just love competing in it. The boats leave Yellowknife on Friday morning of the August long weekend and get into Hay River some time on Sat. We have a dinner and party that night and then sail back on Sunday, usually arriving in YK sometime on Monday. Okay enough of a history lesson.
This year I convinced this crazy guy Iain to take his boat in the race and take me along. There were only 3 boats in the race, par for the course. Misty II, the boat I was on, is a Tanzer 26, there was a Tanzer 22 and a X-boat that is 34 feet, I think. The X-boat is built for speed, a real racing sled, long, sleek, fractional rig, a thing of beauty. Misty II is a good boat but it needs a lot of loving care and attention. It has been neglected on the hard for 5 years, it leaks, the radio does not work, the sink was plugged, the rack for plates that was bolted to the inside of the hull came off causing the stove to become unattached to the piece of wood that held it down and tip dangerously, Iain spilled coffee grounds all over the inside of the boat and there they stayed sloshing around in the excess water from the leak that had overflowed from the bilge, yup, needs some love. The other Tanzer was shipshape, stripped down for racing, they took their stove off , so they would have less weight and the skipper is a no nonsense kind of guy.
We left for Hay River, wind on our nose, tacking all the way, the X-boat took off and after a few miles we could not see it any more. The Tanzers raced their way across, each going their separate ways meeting about 5 nm from the finish line. It was brilliantly sunny, winds were light and it took us forever to get across the lake. I was worried we would be late for dinner on Sat. night, we got in at 1730 and the dinner started at 1800 hours. The Commissioner joined us for dinner and told some jokes as I consumed my wonderful whitefish. The sailors swapped tales about the crossing and secrets were revealed. The X-boat was 11 HOURS ahead of us so we kind of conceded the race in our minds, how could we possibly make up 11 hours, but it is a sailboat race and anything can happen and often does. Xcapade has a very long keel and it had got stuck going into the shallow Hay River channel on the way in so we were kind of thinking that perhaps it might get really stuck on the way out and we would have a chance!! HMM, a sea anchor would also slow them down!!!
Sunday morning dawned, it was dead calm at 0600 hours when I woke up and it did not look good for sailing. After a wonderful breakfast supplied by the crew of Xcapade and after pictures were taken for posterity, we left. The wind had come up with a vengeance, it was blowing 30 knots, the waves were pounding from across the lake into the shallow shore and there were very steep 1 1/2 meter waves. Xcapade did get stuck even with 5 crew members sitting on the same side on the rails. It is just mud so they shouldn't have done any damage and all that happened when they got stuck was that a big wave came along and lifted them off and they powered up and kept going. They did find the bucket I had filled with water and tied to their stern to slow them down, hee, hee, hee!! Everyone was feeling really queasy, the waves were horrid and we were getting soaked as the rollers pounded into the boats and over the combings, we had a double reefed main and a small genoa and once again we were beating into it, unbelievable.
That wind decided to veer clockwise and die on Monday morning. We had beat all night and we had only made 60 nm. Once the wind died at one point we actually went backwards, the current in the lake took us towards the Mackenzie River, we should have gone to Inuvik! Iain played the wind like a pro, going 0.4 knots to 1.1 knots and back to standing still. Finally there was enough wind to put up the spinnaker, we dropped the main and we drifting towards Yellowknife. I flew the big blue and yellow asymmetrical for 20 miles, then we had white sails up heading home. We got within 3nm of Yellowknife and the wind died again. We sailed in this! It took us 3 hours to go 3nm!! I called Barry to let him know we had made it and he said the other 2 boats had given up the ghost and motored, we had no idea!!!! WE WON, unbelievable, what a saga! Iain couldn't believe it. We will have the record for the longest crossing for quite some time. It took us 48 hours to go 120 km, that makes our average speed 2.5 knots, hmmm, a real sailboat race.

Cameron Falls
Today I headed out to Cameron Falls with Cassidy and Elijah. It was a wonderful day, hot and sunny and just enough wind to keep the bugs at bay. There was lots of water at the falls and the wild strawberries were just delicious. We played Pooh sticks off the bridge but then started throwing sticks in willy nilly anywhere. When we got close to the edge of the falls, Cassidy (10 years old) declared that it couldn't just be plain old Pooh sticks, we were now into "extreme" Pooh sticks. We ate our lunch as the kids waded around in the water. I couldn't convinced them to go in the water with just their underwear so they came back to town, tired but dry. Once we got back, we hit the ice cream store, hopefully they will get their appetite back by the time they have to eat their supper.

Well the job that was supposed to last for a month only lasted for a week. The idea that I could handle a new job and Barry’s surgery turned about to be a bad one. I lasted a week and then the employer decided that the job was too much for me and I was made redundant. Does that sound better, than I was fired, I have come to grips with it and basically decided that it was better for my mental health that I not continue to work in that environment. Since then I have gone on one interview with the Dept. of Justice, the feds were looking for a casual for 2 months, as far as I know they are waiting to get approval from Ottawa for funding for the job, so I am still in the running.
I did have a job for 2 hours today though!! When we were cruising, the standard joke is that you can go back to work and be a Walmart Greeter. We’d even practice our lines, or the other classic, “Would you like fries with that?” WEELLL today, I almost fit into that scenario. I was the customer survey person at the local Canadian Tire. I got to ask customers 6 questions about their CANADIAN TIRE experience today. I was rather dreading it but everyone was quite nice, no one snubbed me and I was able to be my happy, cheery self for 2 hours. I had to get 50 people to answer questions and I would say I only had about 10 people refuse, that was pretty good odds. I must admit the next time I see someone with a survey in hand, unless I am late to catch a flight I will certainly answer their questions, unless of course they are trying to sell me anything. I think one guy tried to pick me up but I am not entirely sure as I am out of practice to detect those types of things, he did stand very close and he was a trucker, an ice road trucker. I guess I should have gone all googled eyed and asked him if he was a star of the Ice Road reality show!!!
The weather has been great, hot, sunny and windy, I have raced twice in the local Wed. night races and I am hoping to sail across the lake next weekend in the annual Commissioner’s Cup. There is the annual float plane fly in this weekend so we will have to go down and have some breakfast with the pilots and listen to some stories.
Barry and Bruce turn 60 this year. I e-mailed Marg and asked if she was planning anything special. She said that Bruce didn’t want a fuss made, neither did Barry. I suggested that Bruce and Marg come up for a visit. They got some very cheap flights with West Jet, so they are coming up for almost 4 days in the middle of Aug. We will have the use of a boat then so hopefully Barry and Bruce can catch some large fish. Bruce really enjoys that type of thing.

Here are some lovely photos of Leeland Edward Stonehouse that Jen and Mark took. I really like the shot of William holding on to Leeland. Jen said William asked to hold him but she had to coax him to stay still for the pictures. Once he was done holding him he wanted to go, go, go.
I had a visit with Cassidy and Elijah and we went to the pool. Cassidy and I had great fun sneaking up on Elijah who was playing away with a buddy from school. Cassidy climbed to the top of the climbing wall in the pool before falling back into the water. Elijah floated and showed off his swimming skills. He is a tentative child and although he came into the deep end with Grannie he was not too happy about it. They came back to the apt. after wards and Cassidy entertained us by dressing up their monkeys. I loved her sense of style and humour. If you click on the picture it should get bigger and you can really appreciate what she did. We got to hear about their visit with their Auntie Jen and the Kravitz side of the family. It sounds like they had a blast when they visited, NS, NB and PEI. I did not manage to get the camera out while they were here so will have to make sure I do that when I see them again.

I went Yellowknife's folk festival, Folk of the Rocks. It has been running for 29 years and this is the first one I have managed to get to. We were always busy sailing other years. Now I know why people go back every year. The theme this year was hip hop, and I was not sure I would like that. It was a blast. There was an aboriginal hip hop group up from Edmonton that explained the genre and had great fun with the audience. In the evening there was a collaboration between all the hip hop groups, which incorporated throat singing, Inuit story telling, hip hop and Dene drumming. They did a great job and you could tell the performers were thoroughly enjoying themselves. One of the hip hop guys who makes noises into the mike did a duo with a throat singer, magical.
Barry didn't come because he didn't want to sit on the ground the whole day. The weather had finally warmed up so we went for a jaunt to Tim Horton's. Barry insisted on walking there and back, a total of about 3 km. He said that nothing hurt and when I asked if I could walk home and get the car he was insistent that he was fine and walked all the way home. He is resting in bed with his foot elevated at the moment. He says he is going to work tomorrow, he doesn't get his stitches out until Thurs. I suggested he only go in for a half day and he said he would come home if he got too tired or his foot got too swollen.
I scored on the way home. I have been scheming about finding some rhubarb I can use. We walked down this lane and there was a huge patch all going to seed behind a vacant bordered up house. Barry had his handy dandy all purpose tool in his pack so I cut off all the pieces that were going to seed and took enough home to make a pie, yum. What could be finer!

Introducing Leeland Stonehouse
Mark just sent me these pics. Doesn't Leeland have a shock of dark hair!! He is a very handsome looking baby don't you think. I think Jen looks great.

Jennifer and Mark have decided that their son's first name is going to be Leeland, they have not decided on a second name yet. Mom is doing fine, she says she feels better than after she had William, but was pretty groggy during birth and through the night last night. Leeland has been nursing well and I am told he looks like William although Jen said his hair may be darker.

I forgot to tell you a funny story which happened the day Barry got home. He had read in the literature that the hospital had given him post surgery, that prune juice was a good idea. As per usual he didn't read all the way to the end of the sentence, which said you should mix it half and half with hot water, or perhaps he just processed the first part of the sentence. He just knew prune juice was recommended!! Sooooo he requested that I buy him some prune juice, no problem, probably a good idea. When I came home that night from work, he had drunk a half of the 2 litre container. He was already feeling the effects and had spent some quality time on his fancy high rise toilet seat! What a Lange move!

NEWS FLASH
Jen had her baby tonight. She had a boy, he is a healthy 9 pounds, 13 ounces. Mark said they are both fine. Jen tried to give birth but he did not want to co-operate so she had a Cesarean. They have not agreed on a name yet, so Baby Boy Stonehouse he is for the time being. The clan just keeps expanding, that is grandchild number six for those of you keeping count. There are now 3 born within a week in July. It should be fun it we all get together for a July celebration some time. It is hard to be here when I want to be there!!

Barry is home from the hospital. The operation seems to have gone very well, it is early days yet, but everyone at the hospital was amazed at his progress. We actually (this is 4 days after surgery) went for a kilometer walk this morning. Barry was really tired out after wards, and his foot was quite swollen but I kept asking him if we had gone far enough and he wanted to keep going. I guess I should have made him come home sooner. He is in bed sleeping off his walk!! He is still on pain meds but says that the burning pain that was in the joint before the surgery is all gone, he is so happy about that. He is walking much better than before the surgery, he only has to use one crutch to get around. He is already talking about graduating to just a cane next week. I must get a picture of him outside standing up straight and tall. Wow, what a relief that it worked out so well.
I have gotten a temp job, with the local Chrysler dealership. I am doing some bookkeeping there. Their system is not windows driven so it is cumbersome and the woman who is supervising is very busy so does not have time to train me properly. The person in the position before me left on two day's notice so she is not there to train me. I was not even introduced to the staff so when I had to answer the phone to cover the receptionist I had to ask who everyone was. I will be there a month and then the job is up for grabs. I have applied for it. I also had another interview for a part time position that sounded right up my alley. Hmmm, work really hard and bash my brains out learning an archaic system or go to a windows driven environment where I can name my hours, pot and curl all winter and enjoy myself. Some choice, but we are here to make money, maybe I should just let Barry take care of that, he loves to work so much!!

JUST KIDDING!!!
Well we just achieved our main goal in returning to Canada. Barry had his hip operation. So far it seems to have gone really well. He feels GREAT. I don't know I think he looks rather wan myself. He went under the knife at about 10:30 and did not return to the room until about 2:00 P.M. I was about fit to be tied, I was so glad to see him, my gosh, you wouldn't believe how good it was to clap my eyes on him.
He was awake the whole surgery (the surgeon told him he might need an extra pair of hands) and when he came into the room he was regaling the nurses with South Pacific stories. When I went back tonight, the nurses came in to change the dressing and I got to see the scar. I think it is great, we can tell shark bite stories and he has an actual scar to back up the stories. Barry will be able to go to town on that story for years, I can hear it now, man oh man.

He is being well looked after, the nurses are wonderful. He will see the occupational and physio people tomorrow. He told me to get something to put under one knee because he has to do these exercises. He wanted something round that was fairly substantial, so I got him a large bottle of Diet Coke and figured that if he didn't like the size of the circular object he could just drink it.
Anyway, thank you to everyone who sent us their kind thoughts, it is good to know there are lots of people in the world that care about us. We have both had a big day so I think it is time for me to get to bed.
P.S. Barry made me take the AHHHHHHH picture and post it, if you don't believe me ask him!

A TIRED FAMILY AT THE END OF CANADA DAY 2009
We, that is Trish, Graeme, Quinn, June, Mooch and I spent the day up at the ranch. The spot where Trish has been working off and on for the last 7 years. What a gorgoeus location and it was a perfect day. The owners had asked that Trish come up and take them riding and they were kind enough to include the whole family in their invitation. Trish had a tiring day, out in the hot sun, brushing, saddling, walking youngsters around and then going on a 2 hour ride.
Graeme and I hung out, he entertained Quinn, there were horses to look at, cats to harass, tractors to climb on and bikes to ride. Oh, and the best of all, balloons to blow up, there was this cool balloon pumper up thing and the balloons had a special end. Graeme would pump up the balloons and the kids, (the owners have 3 under 3 years of age) would let them go and they would scoot up in the air and around and around and they would make this wonderful noise, fascinating for kids. By the time we were done, I don't think there were very many useable balloons left, oops.
June was the perfect baby, waking up at the correct times so Trish wasn't exploding when she was riding, and eating the bottle that Grannie had heated up. The only mishap is when she projectile peed over her diaper when I was changing her and wet a towel that was on the bed. How does she do that?? Girls are not supposed to be able to pee in that manner, what a kid!!
Trish took a bunch of pictures yesterday of June, just chilling on the grass, enjoy the pics of her, she really is lovely.

The other day Trish and Graeme got a new kite. It is for kite surfing which they figured they could do here and in Australia. Quinn was tooling around on his coaster bike in the field where they were trying to learn how to fly the kite. The next session with the kite will be over the water, that should be fun!!


One of Trish's friend gave her a whole bunch of beautiful second hand baby clothes. After we had sorted them out, Trish could not resist putting her in one of the cute outfits and we had a photo shoot. The lighting wasn't great, so the lighting director (Quinn)decided to add some much needed extra light. (thus the flashlight in Trish's face)
June had her first bath at home and she was not impressed. She is eating like a true Lange and after she has finished she is just satiated. She just lays in Trish's arms her arms hanging down. She is so relaxed and calm, so far she has been a wonderful baby.