A few weeks ago when we went to Vancouver and out for dinner with our sons and their wives we stopped in at the Chapters store on Robson to see if the book was in stock.
I do that.
If you could do that once in awhile too..
I would be much obliged.
They had one in stock but I couldn't find it and asked the clerk if I was looking in the wrong spot.
She checked to see where it should be and it wasn't there and that bothered her some.
She said there had been a stack of them at the table she indicated...
and she felt so bad that I couldn't take it home.
I confessed I didn't really need to take it home and once she knew why...
we enjoyed a nice chat.
My family kept occupied.
Near by the children's area..
they had found a poster and felts and were busy doing their fair share.
Boys will be boys...
that's all I'll say about that.
They became quite quickly addicted to the task at hand...
and provided me with plenty of blog fodder.
How many different kinds of butterflies could possibly be colored?
I'm not a coloring enthusiast.
I appreciate watching people who can enjoy the tedious work.
It was intense.
They added to the coloring of the butterflies that was left by the last artist.
It was apparently hard to quit.
all for now...