Checking In

Have you ever had a time, when there is a long line-up of impatient people behind you, an irate clerk who wants his money right now, despite the fact that what you've ordered isn't exactly what showed up?

This is what happened to PT, a friend of mine from Winnipeg, when he was visiting us last week. We already had a friend from Los Angeles, Logan, camping out with us, when PT phoned to say he had a job interview in Toronto, and was five minutes from the airport -- could he stay with us? Since PT is practically family, as is our L.A. friend Logan, the answer was, of couse, "yes".

PT went to the Beer Store (which Logan, being an American, found really funny) to pick up a few brews for the weekend, but the aforementioned snarly clerk brought out literally twice as much as PT had ordered, and with the dynamics of a credit card, the snarly clerk, and the impatient line-up of people behind him...

...we ended up with a most impressive amount of Steamwhistle, Boddingtons, and Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale in our refridgerator.

Fortunately, we have a network of friends who enjoy (A) BBQ's, (B) loud and witty discussions about life, church, and alien abductions, and (C) beer. As our American friend Logan, could plainly see, the Canadian stereotypes were firmly in place.

It was great to have friends from out-of-town drop in; it took our minds off from packing... DANG! Must get back to packing!

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UPDATE

Jo is doing much better since her concussion of last week, although it was several days before the headaches lessened and the dizziness went away. Dancers don't like dizziness -- it interferes with everything! She's still not allowed to see movies in a theatre (apparently the big-screen flashing is not recommended for concussion patients), and her energy level is not usual (she tires easily), but she's still her normally charming and impishly clever self.

Thanks to all who have been praying for her!