Christine has forced me to change the colour of my blog text. This is hedge-green.
Yes! She is here. And life is finally complete again. She arrived this morning and she's not leaving until I say so. This is Christine. Beth asked a stranger for directions to the arrival gate. As a result she wasn't waiting for me when I got there and I finally tracked her down at the other end of the airport. Some best friend. Oh! I got to sit beside hunters from California though. Their camouflage outfits made me feel at home.
Beth is in the hedge-green colour. Just in case you're having trouble and thinking I am schizophrenic. This blog, for a week, will be the chronicles of Beth and Chris. Two voices. Two songs. Two threads interweaving through the beautiful hedges of Vancouver. One mess of a blog. Oh, you be quiet. Anyway, check often - we're hoping to update often. And in my defense about the airport thing... actually, I have no defense. What can I say? I'm a very trusting person. I forgive her for her critical spirit, though. She brought me a lot of good things! Thanks, mom, for the great comforter cover and baking. Mmm...baking... And Rachel, for the CD.
So today we went to a place called Pleasure Island... whoops, Granville Island. There was a lot of pleasure. Yes. We mostly walked into stores and admired beautiful things and enormous price tags. There was a store full of dragons and knights. There was a store full of over-priced umbrellas. We almost bought a fish. But Christine got really tired really fast because she's a big wimp, so we left, right after my close encounter with some mallards.
After some spaghetti and a movie, we went out walking in the dark. We had deep thoughts. Imagine singing "Praise Adonai" - "mountains bow down, every ocean roars" - when you're standing right on the shore of an ocean overlooking incredible mountains! The lights of North Vancouver and downtown were breathtaking. I taught Chris a valuable life lesson: red means port, green means starboard. We saw a lot of great houses, worth millions of dollars. We are going to be so sore in the morning. My flanks hurt.
Well, that's it for now. Chris says that she gets to write most of it tomorrow. We'll see. I'm not sure I feel like letting her commandeer my blog. Blog this! Fine.
Beth... (and Chris)