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Summer 2010 at the cottage


This year, the big change was the purchase of a new boat. 17 foot Doral, with 115 HP. Enough to get the kids tubing with some speed. Laurie and I got our boating exams (Laurie had the higher mark) and the boat is a welcome addition. We can now get to Jumping Rock in about 4 minutes, rather than 20. We can pop down the lake for occasional groceries, rather than the 45 minutes of driving we’ve had for the last 15 years.

Rolling Rock Fly Fishing 2010

Resurrected the annual Fly Fishing trip to Rolling Rock with Dad and James. The fishing was tough, but the drinking was tougher. Rolling Rock keeps a ‘book’ on each member, and I’m sure our books now have some gold stars, or something. And comments like “lkes gin martini, dry, straight up with a twist. and keep them coming”.

Got some golf, a run or two, lots of fish. And my car didn’t smell like trout, so I got THAT goin’ for me.... which is nice.


Could you look at this every day for a few hours, before a few beers and a great dinner?

Barozzino's Cottage 2010

Weekend of cottage crashing, take 2. Last year it was Manitoulin Island and Tom and Sarah, this year it is Muskoka with Tony and Tracy. We will feel slightly inadequate next year when we host at Harlowe. This year Scott Williamson made the trip from Kelowna, bringing a case of wine, and a pen knife to drain a serosanguinous collection beneath Tony’s shoulder incision.

The kids went tubing and caught the bug. We purchased our boat a few weeks later. Much good wine had by all.

Tony de-tangling another fishing rod

JK posing

Tom looking rudely

Kids playing Monopoly and learning supply side economics

Kids having a terrible time

JK does NOT stop talking on the tube!

Woodstick Classic 2010

This year was a veritable invasion of Sanibel by our Family and friends. Kathy and Brian as usual rented their place in Sanibel, as did we, along with Jeff Goodman and Jacqueline Maarse, their two girls Claire and Sophie, and the group was augmented by Henry, Diane, Ben and Maddy, and Jill, making a total of 15 Wherrett/Kendall/Dinsdale/Goodmans.

This year was good for Sanibel, with the Island being at least as warm as Toronto in March. If you bought credit default swaps on Sunscreen- backed CDO’s, you made a killing, no doubt. P5070045

Sanibel 2009

This year was a veritable invasion of Sanibel by our Family and friends. Kathy and Brian as usual rented their place in Sanibel, as did we, along with Jeff Goodman and Jacqueline Maarse, their two girls Claire and Sophie, and the group was augmented by Henry, Diane, Ben and Maddy, and Jill, making a total of 15 Wherrett/Kendall/Dinsdale/Goodmans.

This year was good for Sanibel, with the Island being at least as warm as Toronto in March. If you bought credit default swaps on Sunscreen- backed CDO’s, you made a killing, no doubt. 110-1013_IMG_2IMGP6577
2 pictures of JK 7 years a part, on the beach.

Toronto= 20 degrees. Sanibel = 18 degrees
Jacqueline and Sophie Goodman

The Sanibel Thriller - dolphin watching cigarette boat.


Drinking the Koolaid at Sunset on Sanibel
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George, Ben, and perspective


Touch Football amongst the cousins

He trains to bring you pain…

Dinsdale and Kendall cousins, Claire and Sophie Goodman
HOLY CRAP! A bird on Sanibel!!

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HOLY CRAP! A shell on Sanibel!!

Christmas Holidays 2009


Mom and Dad came out for Christmas, and Kathy, Stephen and Sam came for Christmas Eve, with Sam. Once again, we listened to The Shepherd, had our cheese squares, and an excellent meal. The kids were checking the NORAD website for digital video and audio of NORAD tracking Santa across the globe. Great care was taken to give Santa a snack and a selection of combestibles.


Guess who’s driving?


Getting things ready for the Fat Man


This is a video of the kids coming down the stairs on Christmas morning. I think only the first few seconds are worth looking at. I put it here in its 2 minute entirety only because I thought the day may come in the next few years when I might want to see it all.

Most awesome present: Snuggies for the whole family

Olympic Hockey Jersey (Great present. Not the same as being on the team, though)

A walk through Cullen Gardens before dinner

Does this clash?

The big tree with 1, 800 lights

This is a video of the kids coming down the stairs on Christmas morning. I think only the first few seconds are worth looking at. I put it here in its 2 minute entirety only because I thought the day may come in the next few years when I might want to see it all.

Don’t eat that.

WE Kendall men are fascinating to the ladies. I just accept it.

New Years Day Run with the Whitby Tigers at Aranka and Mark’s house.
Fresh snow, and quiet country roads up near Ashburn, Ontario. Kids were there, too. They were just back at the house watching TV and eating treats. AND it was packing snow so you could throw snowballs at the keeners who ran too fast. How good is THAT?


Pre-Christmas Parties, Christmas card pictures and the like...

Once again, I played in the OMA curling Bonspiel in early December with Tom Crichton and Tony Barozzino. I made a a Youtube video which pretty much says it all.

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Jacqueline attended Art Classes at the Station Gallery in the Fall. Her sculpture was on Display at a larger Art Exhibition just before Christmas. It was a judged competition.IMGP6111
The title of her piece was “Flexibility is Key”


The Club was done up very nicely for Christmas, and Santa made an appearance (he is a Member). Of course, my embroidered snowman and wreath pants were the high water mark of everyone’s Christmas experience. Mom and Dad, Kathy, Stephen, Virginia, Rachel and Sam joined us for a hearty brunch. Dad arrived after his 5km Santa Shuffle, ready for a beer. Luckily, we had some. IMGP6080IMGP6100IMGP6087

The extended family got together for the yearly Christmas Party at Lynn and David’s new home in Caledon. Of course, my pants and I were again the height of Christmas Cheer. This was the first time many of us had seen the wonders of their new home.
After lunch, David discussed with me his elaborate plans to murder the beaver that has taken up residence in his lake/pond. I later confirmed the beaver is a protected species, thereby saving David from incarceration and hopefully firming up an invitation for next years party.

Durham EndoSurgery Centre Christmas Party
We had an excellent evening at Coppinwood, with over 45 people in attendance. Once again, my pants and I ruled the festivities in a benign and enlightened way. Highlights also included the mandatory haikus I had requested (in my benign and enlightened fashion) from each table. Each haiku had to be on the subject of colonoscopy. Drinks by the fire before and after dinner were nice, too.

Gran’s .... ( ahem) “[x2 + 2x - 10] th Birthday“ (solution, x=8)
Gran turned 29 this year. In 20 years, Jacqueline will overtake her. All the grandchildren were in attendance, and we stayed overnight. There were some bunk bed hijinks.

And with all those things under our belt, we started the Christmas Holidays on December 20th, with the kids out of school, and both Laurie and I off work for a full two weeks. The Christmas lights on the big tree outside were put up in relative warmth, and the new fireplace in the great room was cleaned and stocked with dry hardwood. Gingerbread houses were made, and the wine cellar was stuffed to overflowing...........

Olympic Torch Relay


Thew Olympic torch relay came through Whitby very early in the morning, on one of the few really cold mornings of the year. The temperature was -18C. We got up well before 6:00 AM to get the kids moving.

The town had some hot chocolate being served, the only cost was to listen to the Mayor for a few words. The torch came preceeded by cheering young people who seemed unnaturally happy to be awake and outside in the freezing dawn. After a few ‘sponsorship floats’ had passed us by, we got a glimpse of the torch coming west along Rossland Road. Unfortunately it was being carried by someone who was unable to run even the short distance up the grade, which was a bit disappointing.

But the torch stopped just feet in front of us, and despite the high winds, stayed lit. It was passed to Ann Rohmer, who WAS able to run down to Brock Street without stopping. I made a movie of the torch relay that is on YouTube. It’s here.

Halloween 2009

IMGP5938, rainy.... surprised? JK and GK were kind of underwhelmed until Friday morning ( when they wore their costumes to school). From that point, it was all Halloween, all the time. Jacqueline went as a vampire siren, a role which is making me more .... uneasy with each passing year. George was Jason, the slasher/killer, continuing his focus with edged weapons, but, admirably, becoming more focused than the ‘Grim Creeper’. Laurie could not help herself from buying me a costume of... a DOCTOR!. Dr. Ben Dover, proctologist. Complete with buttocks cut out of the lab coat. In the end (pun intended) it was she who wore the costume out with the kids while I doled out the candy in a Habs sweater. I figured a Leafs sweater would have been too scary for the little kids.
Vampira and Jason ready for school…

Everyone looks good next to a skeleton

It’s Dr. Kendall… you paged?……. Is it important?…….

At the Shortt’s

Dr. Ben Dover (note the glove&hellipWinking

RIP Mj….

Gumby and Pokey pumpkin

The hand was totally George, on his own

Counting the swag….

LW trying not to laugh after buying the Ben Dover costume

Last day of golf for the season

I joined a golf club. .. I know, I know.
But it’s a really nice club.

As should probably be the case with most clubs you join, the draw here was the people, more than the facility. Turns out Laurie and I know 5 couples who inhabit the place, and every time I went (as a guest) I seemed to run into someone else I know. Like I said; you can play golf anywhere, but if you want to play golf with your friends, why not play here.
the course is challenging, rolling, and stunning in summer and fall. It looks much different in Fall, when the fescue is cut. But I took these photos out playing with Tony Brown on October 28, and he played in shorts.

For a look at what Coppinwood looks like during the season, the website is HERE

Welcome to Coppinwood!

The Clubhouse from the Valley …


Tony Brown’s drive on 9. Clubhouse in the distance

No. 13 - par 5 and the lowest point on the 18 - spectacularly surrounded by hills and trees, and freakishly quiet.


Coyote on the 16th green

Vieux Quebec

We are lucky enough to have an offer from Ed and Talitha to stay at a historic Canadian home inside the walls of the Old City, for the weekend. Tthe home, Maison Louis Vallee, was built in 1780. It has 31 inch thick stone walls, wood floors, four bedrooms and a large fireplace. It is also very well defended, with no less than 6 cannon and the walls of the fort within about 150 feet of the front door.

The weather was cold-ish (read: cold) and rainy. Perfect for sleeping late, shopping, reading by a fire, or having a few tankards of hot buttered rum in the bar of the Chateau Frontenac. We did all that. I highly recommend the Chateau Frontenac bar. It’s an especially cozy room; a large circular turret lit by chandeliers and picture lights, all stone walls and windows overlooking the grey St. Lawrence 200 feet below.

A nice dinner of Raclette on Friday, accompanied by some not so nice local Quebec wine (but who cares?). Saturday saw us venture into the frozen downpour to Le Saint Amour, where we had a spectacular meal.

Sunday Laurie and I ran from the house past the Chateau Frontenac, along les terasses, and the Promenade des Governeurs, to the Plains of Abraham, where we got in a few more km on a leafy, autumn trail.

All in all, a very nice weekend. Thank you’s to Ed, Talitha and their friends Catherine and Pierre,
LW checks out the Patisserie

It rained…

The Hotel de Ville decked out for Halloween

There was a Roots store…

Sitting room of out 1750 house

Seaway from the Ramparts, at night

A house i could live in…

Hmm.. LW takes a shortcut and ends up down THERE, while Ed, Talitha and I wait up HERE…

Ed, Talitha, Chateau Frontenac at the Citadel. St. Lawrence seaway, and beyond that, Portugal.

LW escapes the Citadel

First Canadian Colon

Thanksgiving 2009

When in residence at the cottage, the kids tend to fly the Jolly Roger. It fits. This summer was going to be our first as owners, and amongst our goals was to establish a routine that didn’t depend on 4 or 10 other people. The cottage has always been a very busy social place when Kathie and Brian were running the show, and we were seldom less than 8 as a group; sometimes as much as 14. Having the place to just the 4 of us would be new. Hopefully we wouldn’t get bored. Or kill each other.

Summer and Fall….




Yes, thats frost…

Last swim of the season


Acquired Intrathoracic testicles

Great view across the bay from the dock, colours at their height. Early morning mist.

Summer at the Cottage


When in residence at the cottage, the kids tend to fly the Jolly Roger. It fits. This summer was going to be our first as owners, and amongst our goals was to establish a routine that didn’t depend on 4 or 10 other people. The cottage has always been a very busy social place when Kathie and Brian were running the show, and we were seldom less than 8 as a group; sometimes as much as 14. Having the place to just the 4 of us would be new. Hopefully we wouldn’t get bored. Or kill each other.

When in residence at the cottage, the kids tend to fly the Jolly Roger. It fits. This summer was going to be our first as owners, and amongst our goals was to establish a routine that didn’t depend on 4 or 10 other people. The cottage has always been a very busy social place when Kathie and Brian were running the show, and we were seldom less than 8 as a group; sometimes as much as 14. Having the place to just the 4 of us would be new. Hopefully we wouldn’t get bored. Or kill each other.

It rained (pissed) like a racehorse on a flat rock.

George’s frosted tips

George in LW’s housecoat

The view from the top of Jumping Rock

Jolly Roger

Yo Yo Yo - CAll me, man...
Luna moth

Sunset boat ride…

Trudeau eat your heart out…

Wild man?


Our new Cottage on Big Gull Lake

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We went up to the cottage for May 24 Weekend with Jill, and Mom and Dad (Gran and John). The weather was cool, the water colder. The frog pond was opened, the beer fridge was plugged in, and the wine racked filled. Now all we need is some sunshine.

It doesn’t look that cold…

Looking out over the campfire Circle, into the bay

Laurie’s new chainsaw

Jacqueline on our walk, taking notes

Outside barbecuing. It’s warmer outside than inside.

Totem in the kitchen

The living room

The kitchen. No trees died to make this kitchen. (NOT!)

The master bedroom

The sunroom

The waterfall and the frog pond

From the deck looking out over the dock

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Hmmm… Turtle in the bunk beds…


Weekend at the Crichtons

We took the kids out of school and headed to Manitoulin Island for the weekend with Tom, Sarah, Tony, Tracy and all of our kids. Thursday night in Sudbury, Friday and Saturday nights on Big Lake, on Manitoulin Island. (The lake is in the middle of the Manitoulin Island; I went looking for an island on Big Lake, that maybe had a small pond on it, and then maybe a large rock in the middle of that pond, with some water collected on the rock, but the drink was weighing heavily on me, so I abandoned the project).

Boston Marathon 2009


For us, this was a difficult year for marathon training, and for Boston in particular. It wasn’t the necessarily the cold, or the snow, the wind, the length of winter, or any other single factor , but rather the combination of all of them together this year that seemed to bleed the motivation out of me. No February thaw to remind me of coming Spring; nothing to make me look forward to the April sunshine, dry roads, crowds, and just plain electricity of Race Day in Boston. Laurie trained very hard, as did other members of the Tigers, but I joined in only half-heartedly. Two weeks before the race, I told Laurie that despite the plane tickets, entry fees and hotel reservations paid, I wouldn’t be joining her. I was not positioned to make a run at my PB time, and I had run Boston three times before. I was too old to take a ‘victory lap’ around Boston.

Laurie, who before this had taken a “I know you’re not feeling good about your running, so just do what you need to do” position, now let me know what she really thought. It wouldn’t be the same. And she was right - we’d always gone together, even the first year when she ran and I watched. So I decided to go. And if I was going to go, I’d determined not to be a buzz-kill for everyone else. I’d fake it.

Once I decided this, things seemed to get better. The pressure was off. I accepted I could not perform to my best. Even better, everyone else seemed to have much lower expectations from me, so I was covered six ways from Sunday! I began to look forward to a weekend in Boston, and even began to enjoy the training runs a bit more (What training runs, surely? -ed.). Unfortunately, as I began to take my foot off the gas pedal and smell the roses, everyone else around me seemed to blow their engines up. Hard training and speed work took its toll on the Whitby Tigers as almost everyone in the Boston contingent got injured within three weeks of the race (ironically, in the ‘taper’ phase). Back problems, blown calf muscles, ankle problems, hamstring injuries, and in Laurie’s case, a hip pain that came 7 miles into a 14 miler, two weeks before race day. The next day she could barely walk, and had difficulty climbing stairs. After 3 or 4 days of rest, she tried to run to the mailbox: no good. It became not a matter of whether she could perform to her training, but whether her hip would carry her the 26 miles at all. This is particularly important in Boston, which is not a loop race; you start 26 miles outside of Boston, and run your way back to town. Drop out at 5 miles, and your still 21 miles miles from home. Laurie didn’t run at all until race day, and joined the throngs of Tigers walking wounded boarding the flights to Boston.
Calm before the Storm.
Pre-Race in the Athletes Village


I finished a respectable 3:32. I didn’t take it easy. That was as fast as I could run that day, because I hadn’t prepared properly. But as usual, things worked out. I didn’t qualify for next year, which is perfect; if I want to go back, I’ll have to earn it. Qualifying with a second-class effort is anathema to the whole enterprise.

Laurie had a rough race, and showed why it’s generally a bad idea to mess with her. Her hip did bother her, starting early in the race. She gutted out a 3:54 with which she wasn’t pleased. I, however, was quite proud. You would be, too, if you saw what happened to her hip over the next 72 hours (Modesty, and Laurie, prevents me from posting pictures). At the end of the race , walking into the hotel room in shorts, running jacket and wind pants, I immediately noticed the swelling from 10 feet away. Being doctors, we measured a 2 inch difference in thigh circumference. Over the next 3 days the area got more swollen, brawny and bruised. Returning to Whitby, she had an ultrasound which confirmed she had torn open her iliotibial band, and had some herniated muscle and a big blob of blood on top (medical-speak; don’t worry if you don’t understand).

Just like me, she wasn’t that excited about going to Boston, and just like me, she didn’t run her best time. Just like me, she hasn’t ruled out going back next year.
There’s something special about Boston, and if you haven’t run it, I don’t know that I can explain it to you. But part of it is that for a day, you are a participant in a major American sporting institution, like playing in the Masters, or pitching in the World Series. You’re on the same course, with the same spectators, with the world’s best. One of the best ran again this year, Bill Rodgers.

Bill Rodgers won Boston several times, as a home-town hero in the seventies. He is 35 years older now, and recovering from surgery for prostate cancer. He ran again this year, in about 4 hours. Think how tough that would be for a guy who won it more than once. I was reminded of one of my favorite statues - a statue of another famous Boston Marathon champion, Johnny Kelly. There are pictures of Kelly winning his first Boston marathon at 27 years of age, in 1935. In all, he ran the Boston Marathon 61 times. The last was when he was 84 years old. The statue is Johnny Kelly at 27, after his first win, arms raised, hand in hand with another runner..... Johnny Kelly at 84, finishing the Boston Marathon.

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As we get older, we will get slower. We will be disappointed with our times. If my main reason for running is to exceed performance oriented goals, there will inevitably come a time when I decide I’m not capable of improvement, and I’ll probably stop. So there has to be a different reason for challenging yourself, time after time. Why did Bill Rodgers run this year? It sure as hell wasn’t to run 4 hours. He must have found some other thing in his running that made him want to keep doing it. If that ‘thing’ is to be found anywhere, I’ll bet we find it in Boston.

Smugglers Notch 2009

We headed down to Smugglers Notch, Vermont for a week of skiing with Jacqueline Maarse, Jeff Goodman, and their 2 children, Claire and Sophie. We shared 4 bedroom condo that at any other time of year would be a ski in/ski/out, but for lack of snow at the Base Lodge, was all of 200 yards walk to the lift. Henry, Diane, Ben and Maddy were also at Smugglers, in a condo just up the slope.
Videos of George, Jacqueline, Sophie and Claire’s races are here.

Great weather the first two days, which caused the snow to disappear even faster. By the end of the week, there wasn’t much challenging terrain around, but that suit the kids and Laurie just fine. I cut a fine figure in my 1970’s vintage ski gear, bulky bib overalls, fleece Patagonia jacket, oversized mirror-lens Vuarnets, and non-descript Norweigan sweater. Let’s say nothing of my toothpick-thin, 195 cm skis. I did rent newer skis during the week and they are easier to throw around the hill. There are some great pictures of the kids , and some videos of us all skiing. Once I get some more photos from Jacqueline Maarse, I may add them to our photo page of this trip.
George and Dad exit the Chairlift

Video of Skiers


Renovation 1

We decided to change the look of the great room, and part of that was the addition of built-in bookcases, and a new fireplace; something that looked much more like a traditional wood burning fireplace, without the glass doors, brass louvers, and woodstove visual queues. What a job. Early in the fall this meant investigating our chimney, having it re-topped, and finding that our existing unit was constructed with one of the smallest chimney pipes on the market, cemented in place, and the company was no longer in business. That meant our choices of all these newer wood burning fireplaces was severely limited. There are great units out there, but they vent through bigger chimneys.We could have knocked down the chimney, constructed a new masonry firebox and new chimney, but that seemed excessive (!). So after hours of web-surfing,we found a new, clean face fireplace that matched our chimney specs, sitting in the back of a shop in Tennessee. Another adventure to ship it to Canada. ANOTHER adventure to find someone who would install it. And yet more adventures to select a mantle, surround, and hearth stone. If you ever come over, be sure to say how much you like the new fireplace.
Demolition started on the Thursday, and the Floor was out by Friday. Friday the ceiling in the Front Hall was ripped out and re-drywalled (old water damage). New solid wood doors went in on Monday. Floor prepped for tile on Tuesday and the floor was laid out, installed, grouted and dry by Friday.


Renovation 2 (Structural completion - almost)


Things are moving along. The floor was finished by the middle of the second week. The old pot lights were removed, and smaller halogen lights were installed throughout the space. The painting of the new solid doors, all the trim, and the entire room took 2 days only. The new posts were installed and painted under the kitchen island. Last week, nothing much happened for Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday. On Thursday, the bookcases were installed on the fireplace wall, as was the fireplace mantel. The remaining electricals were completed (pendant lights over the kitchen island) while we were away on March Break. The furniture should start arriving in a few weeks, as will the drapery. We still need to get a few tables, and the area rug. But the place looks much more light, and comfortable. Major victory in setting up the HDTV, Apple TV, and stereo, without blown fuses, or even much swearing. I was able to fish the speaker cable from left to right speakers in the bookcases through the gap behind the crown molding. More to come.DSCF0317DSCF0318DSCF0319DSCF0320IMGP5342IMGP5350IMGP5351_1IMGP5351IMGP5352

Christmas Holidays 2008

Christmas Holidays were the perfect break.....lots of sleeping in. It was a nice blend of mixing with friends and family, and the sometimes more solitary (but satisfying) organization of our own lives for the coming year.

Mom and Dad were here for Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and Boxing Day. We left for Kingston for 2 nights, visited with the Wherrett family entire, and returned to decompress and play with our toys. It’s now only 2 days until the ‘real world’ starts up again. While we have a certain talent for relaxation, I think we are all sort of looking forward to a routine. And HEY! the days are getting longer, so Summer is just around the corner.DSCF0081Hk hatDSCF0083DSCF0085DSCF0086DSCF0088DSCF0094DSCF0228DSCF0250DSCF0251IMGP5199IMGP5204IMGP5207IMGP5228
The Christmas season started with a Breakfast with Santa at Casa Loma. Jacqueline and George were impressed with Santa’s whiskers. You can see by the photographs that George is the only one being VERY closely questioned by Santa. SNOW-MAGEDON came on December 20, and enabled us to bring Frosty back to life just in time for Christmas. Note that Frosty has upgraded his pipe from corncob to briar, and is smoking outdoors in a designated area, and on his break.IMGP5246IMGP5248
( Below) Christmas morning! The kids slept in until 8:30, which, sadly, will not happen again for about 10 years. We got the fire going, and the kids opened their stockings. The middle photo shows just how fast they raced down the stairs. Usain Bolt has nothing on them.IMGP5250IMGP5251
General inspection of the gifts, Santa brought Jacqueline a camera, and George D-Rex, the animatronic carnivore. Santa brought Laurie a chainsaw. Laurie showed Hugh the JC Penney ‘Doghouse” ad on YouTube. Santa brought me 2 excellent rare books, and AppleTV.IMGP5252IMGP5258
We Kendalls are a hearty lot, and we have our priorities . First thing was to open the Champagne and orange juice. As you can see, this took both Dad and me to accomplish.IMGP5259IMGP5261IMGP5270IMGP5274IMGP5280
After a good breakfast, and before Christmas Dinner, we all went for a walk through Cullen Gardens. The City of Whitby took over the site, which remains parkland. We are quite lucky to be able to step out our door and have this only 150 yards away. We got back just as the sun was setting, and finished preparations for a big turkey dinner. Boxing Day saw Mom and Dad off to another series of parties, and we got ready to visit Kingston.IMGP5282
We stayed 2 nights in Kingston at Kathie and Brian’s new condo, visiting with Geoff, Janice, Henry, Diane , Maddy, Ben and Jill. The winds were stronger than
I had ever seen, and although the picture far right doesn’t do it justice, the lake, looking out to Wolfe Island (where there are no wolves, by the way) was foaming, with spindrift and 4 meter swells. We decided not to run, not because it was too hard, but because we didn’t want to get hit by airborne missiles. Jacqueline is modeling her head-to-toe Hannah Montana ensemble.
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