Not much to say...I feel rather boring, actually. Amy came home Sunday night, which was nice. That was exciting, but a) only for me and b) it's her trip, not mine. I went to pick her up at the airport, which is a trip in itself, but I have no adventures to tell of. While she was sleeping among Prairie Dogs and Coyotes, under the Big Sky of Saskatchewan, I was wrestling the cat for covers. She rode horseback in the Rockies, I rode the TTC in rush hour. Jealous? Me? Naw! Stupid CPE. Amy was furiously knitting away yesterday, trying to catch up on an afghan that was too big to take on the tour, so I went to High Park alone. I took more bird pictures, including some more unknowns. To all the birders out there - help! I think I have some ideas about who's what, but I need some more knowledgeable opinions.
That evening we had a lovely supper...Amy made a garlic chicken with yams (so, so good) and fiddle heads and rice. In contrast, on Sunday, the night she returned from a two-week van journey across Canada...I heated up a frozen pizza. So cooking is not my strong suit. |