Roxanne Tellier – 2 Dogs, 2 Cats, 1 House Chicken ….

Greetings from the westiest coast, where the weather just ‘is,’ no matter what’s predicted. Will it rain or shine? Be sunny and warm or chilly and damp? Stay tuned, weather fans – we’ll have your sun after this brief rain shower!

Last Monday I stepped out of the Abbotsford airport into an almost Floridian heat and haze. But by the time we’d driven out of the airport, the day had settled into a damper, greyer miasma, and has mainly stayed that way, with brief and wholly unpredictable flirtations with the sun sprinkled in for good measure.

I am having an adventure, in more than just weatherly ways!  I’m staying at my daughter’s enormous house/gentleman’s farm. Everything seems so big and expansive, in the west. “Room to grow,” I guess, and people happy to sprawl out in all that space. Big city me, used to the ridiculous price of real estate and commercial rents in Toronto, can only marvel at such wonders as a used book store comfortably filling the entirety of an old movie theatre … can’t find anything with that many books to sort through, but oh! it’s like something out of the Twilight Zone’s classic “Time Enough at Last,” with me in the Burgess Meredith role.  hold my glasses … I’m going in!

My daughter’s place is enormous. You could hold a house concert in her living room, and I’m talking a full band, with a stack of Marshalls, a light show, and a horn and string section, and still have comfortable seating for 200 in the audience. You could fit our entire house, including porch and deck, into the living room and still have room for a park and an extensive gardening system.

My daughter’s bedroom is about the same size … minus the gardening area.

It’s a great big, purple, petting zoo, and that’s just IN the house. She’s got a Great Pyrenees, a tiny Bichon cross that is exactly the size of a teddy bear, one raccoon-eyed scaredy cat that might well live within the house’s foundations, and one completely white cat named Leo that may be able to see ghosts, judging by it’s bizarre, aerial antics.

Oh, and a chicken who lives in the laundry room sink when it’s not hanging around casually standing on one .. foot? claw? looking like the fowl equivalent of a lounge lizard.

The bulk of the chickens, roosters, turkeys, and the churk – a turkey/chicken cross, and exactly as bizarre looking as you’re thinking – live comfortably with their goat and a couple of barn cats in the acre or so behind the house and gardens.

Comfortably, that is, unless they are not fed when they expect to be … we slept in one morning, and awoke to the Night of the Living Chickens out there; hungry, impatient poultry were advancing upon the house’s back entrance, and I swear at least one of them had a tiki torch and a concealed weapon.

This area is chock filled with film crews capturing the natural beauty of the scenery.  ‘Supernatural’ was shooting up the road on the day I arrived. My granddaughters almost fainted when Jenson Ackles waved at them from a set van. And yes …one of the many versions of their famous black Impala was there – not sure if there was a baseball bat in the trunk.

He Waveth Not…

The Bat of Baseball Must be in  Use

My granddaughters look wonderful … they are radiantly healthy teenagers, and are constantly on the go, when they’re not beavering away on school work.My daughter’s also hosting an exchange student from Montreal, so you can just imagine the madness of the school week. It’s a stew of pre-pubescent hormones at every meal.

I’ve had a few lunches with family members, and our old pal Greg Simpson showed me the sights in Coquitlam, and was kind enough to take me on a tour of some of Vancouver’s more interesting areas, including Granville Island – basically a Disneylandish tourist trap where the Market has insanely cool edibles. We also had a lovely walk along the shores in White Rock, an adorable coastal town that appears to be shooting for the record for “Most Fish and Chip Joints Crammed Onto One Small Street.”

This visit is great fun, and a wonderful opportunity to spend quality time with the kids before they grow up and disappear into their adult lives. In a few minutes we’re off to pick up one granddaughter from Sea Cadet camp, and deposit the other at her soccer game. She plays defense. On Tuesday, I’m taking my daughter to a pre-birthday ‘high tea’ ritual at a little British tea shop called “Sweet Tarts”  And Wednesday night, there’s a big family dinner – it’s the night before I leave for home, and also my daughter’s birthday.

So it’s been a good time so far, with more memories to make before I head back to the Big Smoke. It’s so wonderful to spend time with the kids, isn’t it, Bob? It’s what this hokey pokey is really all about.

Keep Toronto warm for me, will you? I’ll be back next week.

Cheers,

Roxanne

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Roxanne’s column appears here every week

Contact us at dbawis@rogers.com

dbawis-button7Roxanne Tellier has been singing since she was 10 months old … no, really. Not like she’s telling anyone else how to live their lives, because she’s not judgmental, and most 10 month olds need a little more time to figure out how to hold a microphone. She has also been a vocalist with many acts, including Tangents, Lady, Performer, Mambo Jimi, and Delta Tango. In 2013 she co-hosted Bob Segarini’s podcast, The Bobcast, and, along with Bobert, will continue to seek out and destroy the people who cancelled ‘Bunheads’. 

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