No Denny

We came back earlier than intended, several reasons, but let's just say Denny Crane was involved - or lack thereof.

The border, arbitrary line that separates one country from another, really is annoying. We came back late last night, but there was still a wait. Why? What is it about? Terrorists coming in from Canada? Cheap goods coming in from the States?
Bollocks.

In general, the American Homeland Security just hassle the Chinese. Why? There are a lot of issues the West has with China, but so far they don't seem to be part of Al Quaeda.
The flights coming into Vancouver all seem to be from Britain, Germany, possibly one or two other European countries, other Canadian cities, the USA and the far East, China, Hong Kong, Japan, Korea and the Philippines. So....... perhaps the Border guard think the terrorists coming into the States via Canada from the Middle East are changing in Beijing or Shanghai. Hmm.... but why would they look Chinese?

Oh, or maybe we could all be working down there. Or they could all be working up here. Would it matter? Would it matter if we all went down and did our weekly shopping at Fred Meyer?
Well, I suppose it would add a bit to global warming, but then probably not as much as having all those cars constantly idling at the border.

I'll tell you one thing they have south of the border that we don't up here. Road markings that you can see. Here, at some time in the history of Canada someone went along with a white-liner but the fact is, you have to keep re-marking. And cats' eyes? As rare as if they actually waited for cats to die and then used the real thing.
But you get across the line into the forgotten north-west corner of Washington and suddenly, you can see the lines and there are enough cats' eyes to light a runway.

Anyhoo, another reason we decided to come back last night instead of...well, around now I suppose, is that our friend is flying in from Toronto and is spending tomorrow night with us.
I sandblasted the bathroom that Laurence has to share with the guest and flicked an invisible duster around the spare bedroom. And thus I found a stack of books that Sleepy had left for me to read. Thanks m'dear!

Our friend's name was borrowed by a well-known Canadian country(ish) singer when my friend was working at a place at which the aforementioned singer made an appearance before she was famous, in fact when she was still called Eileen.
This fact was mentioned in the MTV biopic of said singer, but recently on TV I saw a dramatised clip of the actual incident.
The person playing our friend seemed to be a rather plump First Nations person, à la Marilyn from Northern Exposure. The name in question is said to be of First Nations origin, so I suppose it fitted the drama.
Our friend is in reality, pretty, petite and white.
Less believable I suppose but frankly, that don't impress me much.