other than that, it looks like summer has finally come to (awakening in some groggy drunken haze on a strange couch, make-up all over its face, lacking several essential undergarments, no doubt) and is making us HOT. god, it feels so good to be hot again. in fact, it feels so good that you can watch me here, on the couch, inside, typing away like a spastic moron because the sun hurts my mole-like eyes. but i'll be out there again in a jiffy.
thursday morning will find us on our way to a camping trip to telegraph cove, where large numbers of orcas congregate, doubtlessly harassing hapless passers-by with rude comments about their size. apparently this is bc's prime whale watching spot, and you can even kayak with the beasties. this fills me with the same type of giddy excitement as rock climbing and skiing black diamond runs - think nausea and uncontrollable weeping. just consider it for a minute: would you want a 9 tonne critter with the word "killer" in its official title swimming under your unprotected butt? yeah, me neither. i'll let you know how it went, ok?