Regina

On July 24 we have breakfast in the van, and see Bev who has popped in for a minute, as we are in to say our good-byes and thanks. We get to see Jordan's new house. He has designed it and has been watching them build it to be sure he gets what he wants in it. Its a lovely home! We are to meet Sean and Deb at their house and then go to lunch at Golf's. After lunch we go to the Legislative grounds and walk a bit. Thanks so much Sean and Debbie -- was good to see you. Its a very hot day. We are on our way over to Don and Debbie's place to arrive after 5:00. We get a bit lost and have to set up the GSP to find their house.

At home, on Sunday, I prepared and froze 4 1/2 jars of yellow plum sauce. Each jar holds 2 cups and it takes approximately 12 plums to make up the 2 cups of sauce. I peel them and pit them, add a bit of sugar and boil them just long enough to kill any bacteria. The sauce is scrumptious on pancakes or in strawberry cakes for dessert.

Election Day

The front of the legislative buildings on a cloudy, grey day. Wish I knew how to skew this so the buildings were straight. Well, wide angle lens might help?
This plaque is under this big old beech tree at the back of the legislative buildings grounds.

Today we voted for our Provincial Government members of the legislature. As at this posting, the results of the voting are not conclusive.

When I went to get my ballot the person at the desk could not accept my passport as identification, because my address was not on the passport. How silly. This passport does have my address, only I had to write it on the page. If that address did not match my voting card or if that address did not match any of the passport checks it has gone through in the last year, I would probably not be home from Russia yet. I find it entirely ridiculous that the passport of the country I live in is not sufficient identification for the poll people... whatever they are called. When I protested about this the lady... whatever her name was... said "I'm sorry but we don't make the rules". I had to stop myself from making a loud raucous guffaw! If 'we' don't make the rules, ma'am, where are they coming from? Does King Kamball hand these decrees down from his lofty position in the government house or from his Hawaiian jail cell? So be it! I handed them my BC Id card with picture and address. Oh, my, yes! This will be fine! By this time, I was nearly in stitches and trying to keep a straight face. This ID card expired in 2006. Oh my yes, I really think they failed their citizenship tests! oh wait, they were born here, they didn't need to take the test. Or need to know how precious our ability to 'make the rules' just might be, not having had to reason or use any common sense.