Amazing spring day yesterday, people out and about all over. Even out on the harbor ice many people were in ‘summer cloths’. Well almost all summer cloth’s, still have to have the ski doo boots on. No photos of the ski doo races or the target shooting, nothing much happening while I was there, just people eating hot dogs and burgers.

So we went for a short ride while waiting for the freight plane to arrive, had some freight to pick up plus Aimee was getting on the return leg for her last week of College. [Tamalik Air is operated by Air Labrador].


Got this picture of Matthew arriving at airstrip with his big sister. Lucky to get it as he spotted me with camera, always a big battle of wits getting photos of Matthew.


This little ditty is appropriate considering all the rate bad stuff going on in federal and provincial politics. Can only get worse since the houses are out on breaks.

Five Canadian Surgeons are discussing who makes the best patients to operate on. The first, an Ontario surgeon says, "I like to see accountants on my operating table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered." The second, a Quebec surgeon responds, "Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded." The third a B.C. surgeon says, "No, I really think librarians are the best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order." The fourth, an Alberta surgeon chimes in: "You know, I like construction workers...those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over. But the fifth, a Newfoundland surgeon shut them all up when he observed:"You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and no spine, and the head and the ass are interchangeable.



Finely, this is an old work mate of mine, he does not get around in the country any more, “not good in side” he always says as he rubs his stomach. He pulled up as the plane was landing, just checking out the scene.
The thought in my head as I took the picture was imagining what was in Paul’s head as he sat there on this really fine day. I imagined him thinking along the lines of “wish this was a scene up in the Torngats”, or some such place.