Jill: Hey, Theodor, what are you having for breakfast?
Theodor: An experiment.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Hiding a Dust Mote
Lilith walked the salt fields, testing each step with her cane. The young ones thought she did it because it was an old tradition. Tradition? What rot. When she first came to this planet with the colonizing expedition from Earth the land had been far less stable. Too many of her fellow colonists had died when the salt flats gave under them unexpectedly. They’d done a lot to stabilize the land, just as they’d done to make the atmosphere breathable. But she could never convince the kids they needed to be cautious. So she did the checking herself.
1.We started off on the Excalibur Gondola to Blackcomb, which is on the most southern part of Whistler Village. Notice that the gondola accommodated bicycles as well as people.
Gene felt like a total idiot sitting there in the back yard with a pencil in his hand and a notebook on his lap. Maybe he should at least get his guitar. But he’d already tried this a dozen times with his guitar and his room was so stuffy. At least it was breezy out here.
I spent the entire weekend cleaning my rental house. I used to live there, so seeing what the renters did is painful. Took some paint, Formula 409, and elbow grease, but at least we made a dent. I’m so tired. Now to see what the new renters have to say about it.
“Um…. Jane? Are you talking about that?” Marge pointed.
“Yes, of course. The mirror.”
“That’s not a mirror. It’s a window.”
1. Whistler is a singularly unnatural town. This is particularly ironic considering how much it caters to nature enthusiasts. Like many cities in the Pacific Northwest, the thick vegetation tends to hide everything. This walking bridge is right in the middle of town.
“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Tracy grabbed Lisa’s arm and spun her around right before she and Ben went into the public library.
Lisa wasn’t really avoiding Tracy, though she kind of suspected what her cousin wanted to say. She was here because this was where she and Ben were spending most of their summer vacation. Yeah, geek city. It had to do with researching the books they were writings, but you couldn’t get something like that through to Tracy.
Please pardon me while I continue to freak out about the condition of my web site. I was planning on talking about Whistler today, since it’s more or less in chronological order. Instead, you get a random picture of a glacier. I’ll do something about Whistler on Thursday.
Last week was quite the trying week for me. It started when the people who have been renting my old house for the last five years called to let me know they were moving. To Texas. And they weren’t planning on paying this months rent.
I updated both WordPress and Atahualpa. Apparently I should not have. As you see, I’ve had a bit of a melt down where my header is concerned. I’ve already been working on it for a day with no solutions in sight. I couldn’t even get a widget set up that would give you access to my pages. So for the time being, please accept this:
Hopefully I’ll get it squared away soon.
Liam, Alicia, and Sally sat around the campfire, each with a marshmallow on a stick.
“Do you see faces in the flames? I see faces,” Alicia said.
“I just see fire.” Sally gave her marshmallow a practiced turn.
“I see the burning of the soul on a bitter and parched plane while the darkness of a yawning separation strangles a man’s words before they can be born. I see generation after generation of men struggling through a short life, never able to whisper a single word of love.”
“Wow. I think I love you,” Alicia sighed.
He gave Sally a look of yearning.
“You’re marshmallow’s on fire.” She never even glanced at him.
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