I'm still in British Columbia!

I'm still in B.C. folks! I've been here, oh?... Maybe four days now. It's hard to keep track of the days when you're in paradise.

Yesterday was kind of a hang-out with everyone kind of day. Aunt Launra had bought some new living room furniature, so she spent three hours getting it to look 'just right' in her house.

I haven't had anymore incidents with her deranged dog biting me yet. It seems the dog and I have a mutual 'leave each other alone' attitude. Not that I'm scared of it at all or anything, but I do have a healthy respect for a creature that can move as fast as a feral wolf.

Today... Today is one of those days where I find kind of ironic. See, I'm here on 'vacation', which, translated in grandson language, means 'destined to work his butt off for people he doesn't really know time' instead. Now, my great aunt Dorothy is a sweet gal. Yesterday while hanging out with the old guys in my family, we passed by her place to say 'hi, we're all still alive, and it's good to see ya'. I don't mind working for relatives, but I just have to kind of shake my head and sigh whenever I'm browbeat into helping people. Sure, she's old and she can't do it on her own, but gosh darn it! The timing of the work to be done seems kinda fishy to me ;).

We took out all of the storm windows on her duplex, both sides, and washed every window on her house. While I did that, the other old male farts in my family poured turpentine into the dead roots of a tree stump; either to make sure the dead tree never grows again, or to keep the ant population down. I don't know. Mike got some video of me working in action (working in-action) and we made a few wise-cracks. She's really a nice old lady. Great uncle Willie bought us some Mama Burgers, and we all sat down for lunch together and took more videos. Gramps was there, me, Mike, uncle Willie, Aunt Dorothy, Maryanne dropped in, and Dorothy's dog (Toto) Ripple.

After all the work was done, aunt Dorothy paid us for the work we did. I don't really feel good for taking the fifty dollar bill she handed me for just washing windows, but I justified it by saying (jokingly) that the money would make up for all the missed birthdays and christmas-es. We said goodbye, and made promises of maybe stopping in again in August if I had some time off from the job I plan on getting when I return to Fort Saskatchewan.

We came back to aunt Laura's four-plex that she runs, and decided to take a nap. It's hot in B.C., and any sort of action here seems to suck away all of your energy. Laura is cooking us a fancy dinner. I think somebody earlier today mentioned something about seeing a movie later on in the evening, but I can't recall.

Laura just shared some wine with us. I'm the only other person here who appreciates wine, and how to 'properly' enjoy it. I handed her a small bottle of Czech Absinthe (all my good stuff is at home) and let her at it. She didn't want to taste it, but she did give it a good whiff. She said the vapors were harsh. What's she talking about? Absinthe is the sweetest drink around...

I'm just blogging a bit before it's supper time. I'm going to write down a few of my e-mail links and blog sites for Laura. She wants to read up all about me, and since I like to blog a lot, she'll have plenty to read.

Well, today isn't over yet, but this blog is near it's end. I really want to get a digital cam-corder when I get back home, so I can make a video documentary on me and my town. I have a few friends from the Skary forums I can't talk to any more, but if I can upload my videos for Zythe he can share the link for the others to find and contact me. He's the only one I've talked to regularily on MSN. Zythes a good guy.

I'll be going back to Vox. I already have my blog ready for me. I'm going to wait until I get back to the Fort before I make my first post. My first post of course will be my apology to Katy again. I remade a MySpace profile, and I think this time things will be better. I'm not using my Autumnbear_1@hotmail e-mail address anymore. I'm slowly going to switch over to Autumnbear@email.com instead. I am, after all, the real Autumnbear, and not some _1 wanna-be Autumnbear.

Time to write down some web links then. Later peeps! O_x