The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Bean has been haranguing us to go grill sausages over a fire on the beach, so that’s what we did today. Honestly, I had much more fun than I expected to. The weather was just right, the setting was beautiful, the lake was super quiet and the sausages tasted just as they should.
The parents play. Best thing is that everything fresh is local, from the market.
Reenpig shows her disapproval at not being included.
Kippy (our car) was due her first expertise (contrôle technique). It took the whole of 9 minutes. Katy is still in shock and awe. They tested every major system in the car: tires, axles, suspension, brakes, headlights… in 9 minutes. Katy’s still gushing about the whole experience, labelling it as one of her best Swiss experiences to date, and she’s wondering if she should have a cigarette now after all that bouncing around.
Yes, these are all actual villages, within a 20 minute drive of each other (at most!).
Steamed potatoes, soy-honey chicken, pan roasted duck, grilled mushrooms, parmesan roasted cauliflower, onions and pickles.
Need to update some paperwork. Go to DMV. Wait 5 minutes. Your supporting evidence is out of date. Call this number, they’ll sort it out. Call. Click. Done. It’s in the wrong name. Fill in this form. Scribble. Done. I need your residency permit. Crap, it’s at home. Drive. Search. Find. Drive. Wait 5 minutes. The code on the supporting evidence is wrong for the form you filled in. Call this number, they’ll sort it out. Call. Click. Done. Tap, tap, tap, computer says yes. You’ll get a 45 chf bill in the post. Have a nice day.
I don’t know if I’m impressed with the efficiency of the bureaucracy, or annoyed that we had to go to the all the rigmarole just to change one line on a sheet of paper.
Beautiful day on Sunday.
We went to drop the child off at Grandes Roches, his winter school camp. The antibiotics have kicked in and he’s getting over his bronchitis, so he’s now in the Jura with the rest of his class. I’m very proud of our little car and our driver for making it through the snowy mountain roads.
It was an interesting experience though. Katy has laryngitis and didn’t sleep the night before. I have man flu, ergo I’m at death’s door, and Bean is happily talking away in the back seat. Still, we made it there and back, and the child is happy. Great success!
So that means another box of corporate goodies that I can’t eat :) Curse you, nut allergy!
For all your army surplus needs
Puppies!
Japanese merch!
