Getting our heads back above water

Thought early morning to ask whether the card we had sent from Ottawa to Victoria (a direct flight) had arrived, as normally our friends over there are very keen on opening it while we are on the call. I’m pretty sure we posted it on the 10th, which means it hadn’t arrived after 13 days. Maybe I have been too kind on Canada Post: I get it that Canada is a big country, but how can a simple card take more than 2 weeks – which it will be by the earliest time it can get there – to get from one place to another. Worse, from the national capital to a provincial capital. Ludicrous. Maybe I should put a stamp on the envelope next time? It was my friend in London’s (UK) birthday today. I gave her a quick call and she said the card I had sent (which was sent at the same time as the one to BC) had arrived last Friday… so, after 4 days. Just saying…
 
Ottawacker Jr. spent much of the day out at his school fete. He met up with a friend and they entered all of the “cake walk” competitions. You pay an entrance fee and then it is like musical chairs – when the music stops you have to get on to the square on which a cake is placed. I’m not sure if it is a real cake or a picture of a cake. He came back with one, and it didn’t look particularly squashed, so that might mean it was a picture. Or it might have been much bigger and a really small person sat on it. Who knows?
 
Spent a fair amount of time doing the photos and cataloguing. Realised I had promised to write a review of The King’s Last Stand for a Liverpool group – and hadn’t even started yet. Instead of starting, I made plans to start. That will help.
 
In the afternoon, we had finally been in a position to get Mitch over to celebrate his birthday. It was at the end of May, but what with sickness and his travelling the length and breadth of the province to watch Nico play (Sudbury Cyclones), this was the first time we had been able to get him over. And very nice it was too – Ottawacker Jr. was delighted because he got added onto his godfather’s Spotify account, which means we will now be subjected to an endless stream of INXS. While that could be worse, there is another, darker side to Ottawacker Jr.’s character: I suspect him of being a closet Swiftie.