Homemade bread at Phil's

Just a few pictures from yesterday.

Elaine picked us up in her husband Charlie's chariot and we were off.

This picture makes me laugh. I never do well when I try to pose people. ML looks pensive and Elaine was waiting forever and a day for the ladies room:

I wish I had got a picture of a table where two grumpy looking older men were eating sandwiches made of homemade bread maker bread while the woman folk were doggedly looking at menus. I bet the decision making that led to this scenario was full of joy.

And away we go!

There's a TARDIS at Peggy's Cove!

Harry was not so into skyping today. Either he's figured out it doesn't bring me back or he was distracted by the bird choir in Henry's back yard.

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Peggy's Cove Day

ML had a checkup today and she's still doing well. Her cold is pretty much gone and her platelets and Hemoglobin are heading up towards normal range though her infection fighter numbers did go down a bit. The nurse said some fluctuation is still to be expected. The white blood cell count and ANC will hopefully come up in the next week. She's still counting on going home next week.

I hate to break it to you but this might be the only scenery picture of Peggy's Cove you see before I go home on Tuesday night. We'll see, but these pictures are too important to me to post without seeing more than a thumbnail before I post them and I want to try editing them with Lightroom at home.

But I took 498 pictures today so there will be lots of others to show you before that.

That picture was taken from the parking lot of the memorial to Swissair Flight 111 that went down in 1998 five miles out. It's a sad story but as beautiful as a disaster can be in how the people of Nova Scotia reached out in love to the families and the respect they showed to the lost. There's a really deep understanding of lives lost at sea bred into the bones of folks round here.

And no ML didn't even attempt to climb on the rocks. Not sure what would've happened if it wasn't so bitterly cold though :)

ML treated her friend Elaine and me to a yummy lunch at Phil's Seafood and Elaine drove us to Peggy's Cove and was an awesome tour guide, stopping at tons of scenic places for me to take pictures. The second place we stopped this happened:

Long.

Pause.

Resume.

Pause.

Whew!

But wait, must've forgot why he crossed the road.

Ah, that's better. Nothing like stopping a bit of traffic to clear the head.

You got the feeling he did this all day long.

We are back in the loving arms of our friend Ella for the weekend.

Not sure if all hospitals have nautical thingies like this:

Could be gussied up with a bit of frayed rope and a sailboat decal I think.

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Tar and Roger

Another quiet day with zero medical intervention. Tomorrow we go for a check up in the morning then hopefully some more sight seeing so it's a good that I'm finally headed towards the last of Monday's tourist pictures.

After pier 21 on Monday we drove over to Point Pleasant Park. It's beautiful but see if you can pick up what caught my eye the most as you look through these pictures.

This is where that tail disappeared to:

I learned later that this is a cat named Tar. He's part of a well cared for colony of semi feral cats called Breakwater Cats or Pierre’s Alley Cat Society (PACS).

click here to read about them.

They have heated shelters in those rocks and live far longer than the average two years of a regular feral or farm cat because of the care and love they receive.

Made my day. When I returned to the car for a different lens ML said that I must be enjoying taking pictures of the seagulls on the rocks and I thought oh yeah that's what I'm supposed to be caring about so here you go:

More car window pics on the way to shopping:

Farmers is pretty much the only kind of milk around here.

Very cool store:

There we've finally caught up on Monday's sight seeing extravaganza. Whew!

It's raining today. Yay!

It was also snowing tonight but we were snug and warm. Roger the therapy dog and her person braved the elements to come visit us.

So beautiful, wished I'd brought down my big camera.

Yes, Roger is a she. She was named by her little brother who figured it didn't matter to Roger what her name was but I wonder if he figured in how often that story would have to be told :)

They guess that Roger is a husky lab cross. And she's actually from Labrador. She was rescued from possibly being a bait dog in a dog fighting ring. Apparently she was nuts till she was four and now she's a sedate empathetic little lady who can tell when people aren't feeling well.

Roger is my favorite kind of dog. The kind who sits on your feet and leans in. She also quietly insisted on belly rubs. Probably knew I was missing my cat who turtles over onto his belly for rubs at the drop of a hat.

When I stopped she kindly but nevertheless firmly suggested I resume with a gentle paw to my knee.

Left it there in case I forgot the plan.

Good dog Roger.

In other news I handily won the Phase 10 game this afternoon and even went straight through for the first time ever!

That's a ridiculously low score for both of us. I'm usually over 600.

Then tonight we practiced cribbage again. Who knows if we got it right but the important thing is that I won best of three games. If you've been keeping score over the past few weeks you'll know that I was due.

One of the perks of having cancer is that treats like a ton of boxes of cracker jacks suddenly appear in the dining room.

Mary Lynn won the first crib game so she got to open the box.

However I won the second game and the third one came down to this:

And since I won I got to decide where the prize went.

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