Cold Stares Gold stars for parenting, in which our hero wrangles a pound and a half of pot roast into an edible (and even non-life-threatening) meal, and my old job cans a few more peaches.
So, after the time change, and the kids of course not realizing the sheer joy of being able to curl up under the covers for that extra hour, we were up and at ’em. Some coffee and scones later, and we were booked for a CanCar (the Prius, for the discerning putting-around-towner).
Off to MEC, which wasn’t open yet, so we schlepped the four or so blocks up Broadway to Main, went to some non-Googleable place for caffeine and muffins, and then meandered our way down 10th again. Freakishly beautiful houses (many heritage ones) along 10th here. Like crazy-awesome places that are solid stone and giant beams with yards and old trees and just plain, like, HOMES, man. Who knew Vancouver still had ’em. Of course, in our bubble’s-a-poppin‘ Vancouver financial venue, these places are all probably pegging in at roughly the annual salary (plus unlisted bonus) of certain executives at my last job.
So, no, we’re not buying in the area quite yet. Ahee. Still, nice to see that they’re not all turned into quadruplexes and condo-wanna-bes.
