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Photo Friday: At Play!

I had the pleasure of traveling to Sulawesi last week, to the city of Palu.  We  went to the rural areas and visited a school, where a number of boys were playing soccer on some of the nicest grass I’ve seen since coming to Indonesia.

This boy was playing with his friends until he noticed us watching…then he did his best Beckham impersonation.


The prescription for a hot day…


The pool in our complex is a wonderful respite from a hot day, which is nearly every day here in Jakarta.  It’s not heated, but that’s a very good thing when it’s 34 degrees celsius outside.

Can’t talk…watching hockey…overtime…

So…I’m not the most overt hockey fan, but I played on the outdoor rink that my school had when I was a kid in Saskatchewan.  I watched the triple and quadruple overtime games when I was a kid.  I cheered for the Habs when I was young in a province that didn’t have an NHL team, then cheered for the Canucks when I moved West.  Now we’re starting overtime, so I’m going to shut up and watch.

We’ll talk more tomorrow.

Update:  Double overtime…ARGH!

Update 2:  Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…wahoooooooooo…yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…We won!  We won!  We won!

Spring is pink. And blue and green…and red and blue.

I’m watching the Montreal Canadiens playing against the Boston Bruins in the1st round of the playoffs while posting this photo.  My dad taught me, raised me, to believe that the Canadiens were created by God on the 8th day, after he rested.  He needed to rest because creating the greatest hockey team of all time was going to need a renewed energy.  Of course, now that I’m an adult and live in British Columbia, now I also cheer for the Vancouver Canucks.  The colors of spring were always green for new leaves and pink for flowers.

Now the colors, with the NHL playoffs going well into May, of spring are Red and Blue (the Habs), Blue and Green (Canucks) and the pinks of our local cherry trees.

What color is spring to you?

Canada’s funky game (the post-game mess).

Ice hockey is the national pastime of my fellow Canadians.  A little known ritual after playing hockey is the “airing out of the gear”.  The smell that comes off sweaty gear is funkadelic.  Nasty.  Eye-watering.  I’ve been near pig farms with less significant smell.  Whoever the driver of that Nissan is, he or she is smart.  Air out that junk before the funk gets in the trunk.