ABIGAIL'S 8th BIRTHDAY
November 18, 2006

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We're home (back to the snow) again, after a great weekend visiting the Grants in Innisfil.
It was hard to leave Alex... what a little doll she is! She's such a good baby - and bright too. (Not to mention beautiful.)
When you talk to her she studies your face very closely and tries to imitate what you're doing with your mouth. She loves to be talked to. I managed to make enough of a fool of myself to get a few smiles out of her... she thinks I'm a crazy old lady, I'm sure. :)

Saturday night, Dave and Tam took us to the Keg where they treated us to a big steak dinner in honour of Burnie's retirement and his birthday (as his belated gift because it happened to fall at a rather inconvenient time this year.) ;)
Alex came with us, and was as good as gold. Tam said they take her with them to restaurants all the time, and she's always perfectly behaved.

Well... I won't bother writing muh more as I don't really have an audience for this blog anyway... but here are some pictures.

"Oh Grampa, what bad breath you have!"

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Here are some photos I took out of the van window on the drive down. (Just a few of the 200 I took!)

The End of an Era

This is a weird morning for me.
Here I am, sitting at my computer, trying to get my head around the fact that this lunch-time, Burnie will be coming home from work for the very last time ever!

I'm thinking - boy, if I'm having trouble trying to absorb this fact, I can't begin to imagine how Burnie is feeling right now, as he makes the final rounds of all the offices - throughout at least a couple of buildings - saying goodbye to all his workmates... wiping all his pictures & emails from his computer's hard drive... cleaning out his desk.... and writing final instructions for those who will be taking over his dutes.
There must be an overwhelming brew of mixed emotions churning through his gut at this moment.

We went to his retirement luncheon yesterday. The turnout for it was amazing - apparently one of the biggest crowds ever for a retirement do. I felt so proud of Burnie, as the glowing tributes to him flowed freely from each corner of the room.
I know they meant everything they said about him. You can tell when a speech is heartfelt.
There is no doubt he's going to be missed.

But their loss is my gain.
The future is about to open up to a brand new adventure for us. As sad as Burnie must be feeling at this moment, I know that he's been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Lets see... how many more minutes to go? Hmmmm I'd say about 3 hours. That is, if he can tear himself away from the place, when the time comes.
Yesterday I asked some of his buddies if they would please throw him out, if he stays too long into the afternoon. :)