...and back again

We're not murdered. Sorry for the delay in updating - we've been crazy busy and have not had the greatest internet access for a bit.

We left Heather's farm very reluctantly last Sunday. I'm sorry to say that at this point, there is still no news about Bill.


I don't know how we became such good friends with Heather in under three weeks, but it almost felt like we were leaving a family member, or even our own home, when we left. We will certainly get back to visit her and we are hopeful that she will make the trip to Nova Scotia so we can show her around. She is a new life-long friend and we're very glad and very lucky to have met her.

We stopped Sunday evening in southern Maine and had a lobster dinner, just to say we'd had lobster in Maine. It was very good, and so was the peanut-butter pie that followed:



mmm....

Then we slept in a Walmart parking lot overnight (which sort of made up for the expensive dinner) and then drove to Canada on Monday! The customs officials searched our truck and trailer at the border, but I don't think they were serious about it. They kept snickering and pretending to hit each other on the head with their night sticks and a wooden beating stick we have in the front of the truck. I was kind of glad they weren't taking it seriously. There we were; two scruffy-looking people from British Columbia, who'd been to Mexico in their vintage travel-trailer and wanted to re-enter Canada on the other side. I was sure they'd rip all our stuff apart. Guess I was wrong!

We drove through New Brunswick and saw some interesting views of the Saint John River completely flooding everything around it. Here's an exit off the highway:


The water was so close to the road for so long that I was not certain we'd be able to get through to Nova Scotia. (We did though.)


Then we got to my parents' house, chaos ensued, ONE MILLION details and pesky administrative things to do with our life for the past three months that had been ignored had to get done, and since my parents are on dial-up that left little time for blogging.

We met the neighbour kids, who seem to have adopted my parents as their grandparents. The next afternoon, both my parents were out of town when the school bus pulled up. A few minutes later the doorbell rang, and there were the neighbour kids again. Mark answered the door and said "Charlene and Noel aren't here". The kids said okay and kind of stood there. It was not a good scene. They BOTH hung around until supper time, then they went home to eat. Then the little girl CAME BACK. My parents were still not home and I was starting to feel a little edgy. What exactly were we supposed to do with these kids?? Around a quarter after eight my parents got home and the little girl was still there. I have not yet devised a stratagem to deal with this situation but I'm sure it will happen to us again. Suggestions? Also, has anyone got any ideas about what exactly these kids might want with us?

It's not a problem this week as we've gone to Bridgewater to visit with Mark's family. The resident dog hates our dogs (oh yeah, our dogs are with us!! It's awesome!!) but I think she's slowly settling down. She injured herself trying to bite Arlo the first time he came through the door.

Happy Mother's day to all you mothers out there, and I think I've suddenly run out of things to tell you. We're back in Nova Scotia and we're not leaving, and it's not Christmas time, and that's strange.