Sunday, June 19, 2005

We had decided to try an Anglican church service, at a church which had been touted as having a good choir. Well, there was a lovely organ, complete with horizontal Spanish trumpets. Unfortunately, the choir was nowhere near as good as our Orillia church choirs, and the organ was only played for one hymn! The rest was done on a piano, with the choir singing rather off-key in addition. Oh well, you can’t win them all. We did have the opportunity to see beautiful old Calgary homes, situated along the Elbow River, with water almost up to their doors. By this time the rain had stopped, and everyone was out surveying the damage. Many roads were still blocked, though, as workers attempted to clean up the messes.

We dropped in on Sheryl to see her condo and her paintings; she is planning a show soon, so look out, art world. After this we stopped off at a MEC store, and picked up a lot of little needs/wants for the bike. We spent the rest of the afternoon emptying and repacking the van, so that we had a better idea of where things were located, and what can likely be sent home with Albert. I was also able to check in with Dad and Mom (it being Father’s Day) to find that their move had gone extremely well. Albert was also delighted to be wished happy Father’s Day by Nory (I also enjoyed my chat with her), and to hear that daughter Linda had left a similar message on our answering machine at home.

I also phoned Monique to see if she would be requiring any panniers, and to get some free advice on whether I could start to use my foot. She suggested I could start using it for a couple of hours each day, provided I had good shoes on, so I was delighted to hear that.

The day ended with another incredible meal prepared by Joy, who had invited her brother Don and his wife, Barb, and their son Chris, to join us as well. Albert and Don especially had a good time reminiscing about good times at their Mara Beach cottages, and traveling to Expo 67 (Don, by dint of his relationship to Albert, managed to join the North York Youth Choir, which Albert co-directed and took to Montreal). Again, we felt so welcome; I especially felt spoiled, as John and Joy both took great pains to make sure my foot was as comfortable as possible.