Well, an important part of our Whistler journey was this van we followed, whose bumper sticker said "Elect Jesus King of Your Life." Kind of makes the issues seem simple, eh (as they say in Canada)? Of course, this is an American vehicle seen in the purple mountains majesty of our own America (God Bless It). We tried to get close enough for a better shot but thought safety first, eh?

At Whistler, our nephew Christopher keeps his thumbs in tip top athletic condition with his play station, or whatever it is. This boy's thumbs are ready for anything. They are ready for the '10 Whistler BC Olympic Games. And below find the girls playing cards in between episodes on said play station or whatever it was. I am happily ignorant of all that jargon, and hope to remain so for the rest of my life. Enough Whistler I suppose, except to say that Rose and I did have a perfectly pleasant time making chicken salad for the masses of hungry skiers. Thanks Rose for halving a thousand grapes!

We're back, we're sick, we're sick sick sick sick. The children were forced to be a bit feral for a couple of days, which couldn't really hurt them, and in fact Ani did a pretty good job of taking care of us all, which involved getting us liquids to drink, feeding herself and her brother, and getting herself to school. Good job Ani! It will be nice to feel better someday soon. When I'm sick I pretty much feel like I have always been this way and will never be any other way again. What a worthless flu shot I got.