I am petrie dish, hear me cough...

I've been to Alberta twice in the past month; Edmonton and Calgary both.  Edmonton for job interviews and to visit friends there, Calgary visiting friends.

One of my dearest friends lives in Calgary, where I met her years ago, with her hubby and their two kids. The kids are 5ish and sub three.  It has become cliche for me to ALWAYS leave their home with whatever childcare or kindergarten snot carried virus I can manage to acquire during the fun -- I was most often prey for two dinosaurs on these latest visits.  Remarkably I took home a dry cough cold the first time; that lasted two weeks, ending just about the time the second visit started.  The day home from visit two and I had a NEW cold with very different symptoms.

Hate to break the virus sharing track record Noah, Maya and I have :)

Kids, but older, in Edmonton too -- offspring of two folks who I consider family.  Less snot or wrestling with their kids though, given the ages -- sadly (happily? :) I missed much of the runny nose periods of Duncan and Evelyn.  

The photo?  Snapped by mother Kelly who was handling my D3.  The pose?  One I've struck for years, usually with the comment, "Gotta light?  Man, I gotta stop smokin'!  It's killing my nose."

Memorial (and) balloon

A red helium ballon caught on the WWI memorial in Calgary's memorial park on rainy (turning to snow later) day in April.

[The dearth of posts isn't entirely the fault of my inherent slothfulness, but also blogger that had refused for a couple of weeks to publish my ramblings...]