Just sold a pair of made-in-England Wharfedale stereo speakers that had been in the family for about 50 years.
My late Mom scrimped and saved and bought them so her kids had a quality experience listening to symphonies, and operas, and Ukrainian folk and Christmas songs.
They were big and heavy, and didn’t match anything that we have. I hung on, and hung on, but finally let them go.
I got about average of what I’ve seen similar ones going for on Craig’s List, so that’s the happy part.
And I think they went to someone who will appreciate them. We spent nearly an hour unscrewing the recalcitrant back panels so he could check out the tweeters, mid-ranges, and woofers. He knew his stuff, and seemed to like what he saw.
But it’s sad letting go of things sometimes, too. . .
It was a lovely afternoon for exploring Barnet Marine Park in north Burnaby, BC. I try to get up there a few times a year. It was fairly busy just before the end of summer and the start of school, so not as many birds around.
Drummond’s Walk, named after the late Doug Drummond, a Burnaby mayor who “shared the dream that many citizens had expressed to him about public access and trails on Burnaby’s waterfront.. . . for all to enjoy.”
Hard to believe he died 17 years ago, I remember attending his funeral.
“Dey know, the fluffy buggers, I can’t get ’em. But I still duz my best to rattle the window!”
We’re indoor cat people, partly because we live on a ravine and outdoor cats disappear fast around here with the coyotes around, and also because even well-fed cats cannot resist killing birds.
Cats can be very happy indoors, but it takes a lot of play time and interaction.
But that’s why we love ’em to begin with, eh?
Our last cat, Choco, was nervous outdoors, and would only go out supervised in a harness to chew on some grass, sticking very close to home.
New rescue kitty Sora has not been introduced to the harness yet, that’s still a bit down the road.
When we came back from our Byrne Creek ravine walk in SE Burnaby, BC, late this afternoon, we spotted a female Black-Throated Gray Warbler and some hummers hanging about.
A little over three weeks since we adopted Sora-chan from the SPCA, she’s getting pretty comfy around the place. Her initial fear has completely worn off, though she still startles occasionally.
Over the last few days she’s appropriated my recliner in the living room, and has also discovered that it’s great fun licking my nose and chewing my mustache at 4:00 am.
She is incredibly energetic, and loves chasing a feather on a string. . . for hours. . .
While people often say it would be wonderful if cats remained kittens all their lives, and dogs remained puppies, this is one teenager that I’m looking forward to gaining some maturity : – ).
Stopped at Porteau Cove on the way home from a one-night camping trip. This favourite stop on the Sea to Sky featured nearly indistinguishable colors, sea to sky : – ).
Zipped up the Sea to Sky yesterday for a one-night camping trip at Nairn Falls Provincial Park.
Realized that we’ve had this trusty axe for 20 years. It’s a midsize, great for car camping, tho occasionally I’d like something with about a pound heavier head and foot longer handle.
