Beatle-opoly

A lovingly competitive round of Monopoly on Christmas night at my brother's house went on for about four hours. We picked up Beatles Monopoly as a last minute Christmas present for the boys after playing a round of it at my Dad's house. (He had bought the game as a Christmas gift to himself and we decided to do the same.) It was a big success.

We try to keep up a tradition of family game night throught the year, but it doesn't compare to the fun we have when everyone is together, satisfied from a savoury turkey dinner with all the fixings, under the twinkle of tree lights, and a steady stream of Beatles tunes to keep us in the groove. "A very merry Christmas and a happy new year. Lets hope it's a good one, without any tears"

Nostalgia

This silver airplane ashtray lamp was in my grandparents house for years before finding its new home in my Dad's livingroom. My grandfather, who passed away in 1992, was a maritime patrol pilot in the Canadian Airforce and this piece always reminds me of him. I remember when I was a kid thinking it was so cool that the plane lit up from the inside, the light reflecting out the windows. The lamp feature broke years ago but I still think it's pretty cool . My grandparents bought this in Toronto in the late 1940's, when they were a young married couple, before they adopted my Dad, before they moved out West to Vancouver Island, before a multitude of milestones, long before I was born...

A View of the World

This telescope and globe are on display next to a row of windows in my Dad's home. Outside those windows there is a patio. Beside the patio is a garden bed. Beyond the garden bed is an expanse of yard surrounded by fence and a big wide gate to the road. At each end of the road there is a trail to the beach. At the beach there are barnacle covered rocks, waves lapping softly or ferociously depending on the wind and a haphazard collection of driftwood that has rolled up against the shore. Along the beach is the ocean and beyond the ocean a view of islands and distant mountains and an expanse of sky. 

On this globe my Dad's home is not even visible. You couldn't even put your finger on the street where he lives. You'd have to peer intently at the smudge of land that represents the 450 km long island where I grew up, to see the tiny dot that represents the town of Comox, with a population just over 12,000. 

And to be honest, you could look at the globe for hours and still you would only see Comox if you already know it's there. This all makes me think how the world is so big and so small at the same time.