It’s a cooooold morning in the Findlay Shack! The furnace chugged along for over two hours before my feet started to thaw out. I’m waiting for the day that our probably-over-30-year-old furnace bites the biscuit. Given the fact that we are replacing one of our antiquity-era gas fireplaces (Who knew they cost so freaking much?), you’ve got to know that the furnace is going to have a fatal aneurism. The minute you invest in one area, another huge money pit opens up.
When the leaves are all gone, and my town turns into a depressing 50 shades of grey photo, I get desperate for saturated colors that remind me of warm places, like Hawaii or the Bahamas. Today, it was bitterly cold at a biting one degree celsius (a wear-your-snow-suit-to-school kinda day for BC’s south coast…a laughably balmy kinda day for anywhere east of the suburbs). So I was delighted when I dropped by my favorite spot on the peninsula, to watch the winter show that Mother Nature puts on most afternoons. I was tempted to Photoshop a massive shark jumping out of the water…still might. My son is somewhere over there studying his brains out (or crying in the university pub) for his Christmas final exams at the University of Victoria.