Is it better to have loved and lost?

My friend Ingrid came to visit me this past weekend. I feel like we coaxed every drop of life out of the 69 hours she was here.

I was really excited on Friday morning both because she was coming for a visit, but also because she was coming by seaplane. We decided that a standing mixer full of bread dough sounds more stable than the plane she rode in on. But she made it.



It is here that I wanted to insert the video of her plane actually landing, but alas, I managed to delete it when I was trying to upload it from the Flip to the PC. Believe me it was very exciting - not deleting 5 videos, but the landing.

We spent a lot of time exploring, and everywhere we two Marys went the lambs were sure to be. Their silliness and shenanigans made us laugh and laugh.



This little mottled fuzzy guy was convinced Ingrid was his mom. She called and he came running down the hill. His bleet was the funniest thing we heard all weekend.



We ate good food (chicken pot pie on Friday night, Aushuk with lamb (!) and yogurt sauce Saturday night and noodles with lamb (!) ragu on Sunday night), we drank some nice wine and we sat quietly and looked at the scenery. We found some places like this one that we wished could be ours.





And then, as happens, this good thing came to an end. Boy was I sad yesterday.



I went to a meeting today. Remembered I had a higher power and feel much better for it.


PS. Even on a remote island in British Colombia, reality manages to intrude. That cove, $1.2 million Canadian, roughly $1 million US.