Wind, wind and more damn wind

I grew up in Shellbrook, well sheltered in the Parkland of central Saskatchewan. I finished my high school in Regina and hated the 2-1/2 years that I lived there because the damn wind never quit blowing. Manitoba sucks and Alberta blows - poor old Regina is caught halfway in between.

This place isn't much better. The view is dramatically better than anything in Regina. Even the recently dredged Waskana swamp doesn't begin to compete with the dramatic view of the Pacific Ocean that we have out our front window. But I'm getting a little sick of the constant wind. This morning it is at it again, rocking the bus and threatening to rip the neighbours' awnings off. I guess its a good thing we don't have our awning installed yet because we wouldn't be able to use it anyway.

Mel & Billie arrived in the late afternoon yesterday. They got set up and made a grocery run and then we fed them clam linguine for supper. There's enough clam sauce left over and a few clams that didn't make it into the pot last night so we will be having some more clams for lunch today. They've got something planned for us tonight involving calabacitas - we're not sure what that is all about.

Meanwhile we're watching with morbid fascination the rise of the Red River. Sitting here in the Pacific sunshine its hard to believe the icy water and constant snowfall we see on the TV.