Into the depths of Surrey...

It sounds a whole lot worse than it actually is. House sitting at my aunt's house in SOUTH Surrey. South Surrey is often confused with Whiterock, but only by the people that live here. Not all the people, just those who live in denial.

It's quiet out here....almost like I'm living in a retirement colony. I have yet to see anyone in the streets, granted I've only been here a few hours today. The past few weeks have been exhausting. I'm so glad it's Friday. I was supposed to go out tonight, but the second I sat down on the couch, I knew it wasn't happening. A night to myself isn't such a bad thing. I edited some pictures, answered some emails and now I am here, letting it all out. When I first got here, I couldn't remember the password for the wireless and panicked for a while. I even went as far as to email my aunt, in Palms Springs, from my phone. I can't imagine what I would do without internet access out here. Is that sad? Or is that Surrey? =) As you can see, I found the password. As soon as I did, I clearly remember my aunt telling me it would be there...

Tomorrow I will explore this neighbourhood. I've decided it would be handy to find, at the very least, a grocery store. I don't think I can survive on the Grape Crush and mini pizzas my aunt stocks for her grand kids. I did try a Grape Crush though...I got three sips in and decided that it was just not meant to be ingested. I should probably locate the mailbox too, since I haven't brought in any mail for about a week. It's strange not getting mail delivered to the door. I've never experienced having to walk to a central mailbox to pick up my mail. This must be a suburb thing.

The house has a pretty open and in the middle of this floor plan is an old clock, like a small grandfather clock. It hangs on the wall and every 15 minutes, it rings. On the hour, it chimes once for every hour. At first, I thought the doorbell was ringing. Within the first hour, I was looking for the off switch. Couldn't find one, so I thought maybe I would be able to live with it. It's still hanging on the wall, intact. The battery is sitting on the shelf below it. Apparently I'm not as tolerant as I thought.

So here I sit, in front of the fire, with my feet up, watching people get shot down on "Shark Tank". I feel bad for them, but at the same time, the ideas they come up with are a bit weird. It's not only amazing what people will buy, but also what people think will sell. I don't think anything will be the next "Lego", but I also never would have thought to "Send a Ball" to anyone in place of a card (or email for that matter). Kudos to their ideas and guts....I wouldn't be able to do it.

Well, I'm going back to my show....maybe Dexter is on somewhere....


~Bean