Being a philosopher, I have come to accept that all good things must come to an end (including, I suppose, being a philosopher . . . although I haven't accepted that one yet). So it is that today we depart from our fine hosts here in Edmonton. The dogs bark, which I take to be a sign that they know their lives will never be quite the same. And though they do not bark, I feel that the humans, Leah, Jack, and Jake (who has already left for work) will also be irreparably damaged (or improved, depending on how you look at it).
The world's largest mall was our locale yesterday. Indeed, the indoor roller coaster went uncomfortably close to the ceiling and the flamingos hooted and honked inside their tiny environ. The mechanical dragon did not breathe fire in front of us, but we did witness the expert Dance Dance Revolution skills of an unidentified rogue. A good time was had by all, I believe. What you see here are the memories and players in said memories of our time well spent. --SPH
