This is a blog hijacking!

Alison and the kids hit the road yesterday, leaving me all by my lonesome at the Bellingham train station. It took me pretty much the rest of the day to recover from the shock of watching my family pull away in the BMV with pop-up in tow.  It was so early that it was still dark.  And it was raining.  Get the picture?

And now, I’m back in Vancouver for two weeks to finish up my studies at Regent. But the blow of abandonment was softened some by my Vancouver hosts, who are redefining the word ‘hospitality.’

But they – that is Alison and the kids – are currently deep in the Canadian Rockies with little hope of ever finding internet or anything else approximating civilization. Jasper, Banff, Glacier NP, Utah, Colorado Rockies, then back home. So we may or may not be hearing from Alison for a while.

That’s why I’m taking over. I really won’t have much to say. I tend to be the strong silent type. Anyway, if you are not nice, I’ll post pages from my thesis up here. And we don’t want that to happen, now do we?

One last note… I failed to mention that Alison is not alone with the four kids in the hinterlands of Canada. She’s adventurous, but not crazy. Her parents flew in Monday, and they are escorting her back to life, love, and learning on Cedar Street.