Rocks Rock

Rosalie and I are going into the rock painting business as we recently found it very rewarding.

Spidey had a rock painting competition and Rosalie decided to enter it. She wanted to enter the 0 to 18 age bracket but I convinced her that that wouldn’t be fair, so she entered the 18 and up group. She didn’t know what the prize was but all the rocks entered were to be displayed around the park.

She painted a bunch of rocks that Peter and Suzie had given her but soon ran out of those, so we got resupplied at the beach.

She entered four of her rocks and didn’t expect to hear anything more. She told me the prize was a bag of peanuts and an uncooked brussels sprout. But, behold and lo, a lady showed up and presented her with a gift card for $50. She won! I was so proud of her. It was for Boston Pizza so, at last, we can eat again! (I do like brussels sprouts though.)

Her rock would be displayed close to our site, but they have to glue them down or they get stolen. Rosalie said she would be honoured if someone thought hers was good enough to be taken. Maybe it has as we haven’t found any of hers yet.

In other news! It was Suzi’s birthday a while back and five of us went to The Rocking Horse pub in Nanoose to celebrate. We were an eclectic bunch representing five countries. Suzie from Hungry, Peter from Australia, Walter from Belgium, Rosalie from Canada and me from England. The funny part was that our meals were all English—fish and chips, steak and mushroom pie.

I have been growing seedlings for my hydroponic setup and have a growing box with a grow light. I check it every morning and water as necessary. The other morning I opened up the box and saw what I thought was a plastic frog. It turned out to be real. I called Rosalie to come take a look and we took photos and named it Herman or Hermoine. I left it where it was to see if it was there the next day. We have no idea how it got there as the box is on a table with only a hole at the back for the electrical cables to go through.

He looks innocent but is really mean

The next morning I opened the box and the darn thing tried to attack me. Now we have to watch where we walk so we don’t squish him.