Matthew has taken some illuminating pictures of our apartment.
This is me in our "nook". Matthew assembled it and the chairs with his bare hands. It makes every evening like date night, because we can watch the evening sky darken, sip our wine and talk about our day. Very romantic.
I kid you not, this is the veiw from our balcony. Please note the unfurling Canadian flag in front of the stunning mountain vista. It is in fact one of four Canadian flags; we can see at least one flag from every window in our apartment. Just in case we forget where we are.
Last week Aunty Eileen took us to the Vancouver Aquarium. We actaully had a good view of the sloth in the Amazon Room. I have been trying to catch a glimpse of the mythical sloth on every Vancouver holiday for the last fifteen years, so this was a boon. It was all bundled up in a mossy, hairy intersection of branches, about 12ft above us. Having a nap, natch.
A very photogenic highlight of our visit was the otter enclosure, where two friends were enjoying a floating nap side-by-side and holding hands. It was the cutest thing I have seen since that video doing to rounds of the web of that mother cat hugging the sleeping kitten.
Tomorrow is Matthew's first day at work. I am exceedingly proud of him, for securing a position so quickly and easily, and for being an epic hero at the prospect of marching out the door and leaving me lounging. Although, in truth, the lounging ends for me tomorrow as well, as I have accidentally signed up for Middle English Studies, and I need to go into uni and either get the hell out of it or start reading Chaucer with all haste.
My other course is in 18th century British literature, so I have my work cut out for me reading Henry Fielding's Joseph Andrews and Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy. Has anyone read either? Any support you can offer in advance of my initial reading?
*which I have visited every day in the last five days. Hello, 7 different types of local artisan sourdough!
