Arrivederci, Cheryl.

OK, there weren't a great lot of events today, but the ones that did happen were quite important.

We had hockey today, I played pretty good in my own opinion, there were a few shining moments...

Anyways, onto what really matters.

Our cook up to this point in the DTS is a woman names Cheryl from Alberta. She decided to volunteer as a cook based on a minor utterance in a conversation with her daughter, who is a staff member here. So anyway one thing led to another and we ended up with Cheryl as cook.

Today was the last day she would make meals for us. After a few months away from home, she will be returning to Alberta to her husband, and to continue her job as a tutor for children with special needs. So tonight was a 'last supper' in a sense.

We each gave her one flower to make a bouquet which was really cool, and she gave a big speech about how much she got connected to the students and staff here. So it was a night full of tears (none of my own), laughter and good eatin'.

She will however be around for the weekend, and invited some of the students to go to a cafe down the road on Sunday evening to soak in some silky smooth jazz. Of course, it would be so wrong for me in many ways to decline the invitation to hear some of the local sounds.

Anyways, the Siren's song of my bed is growing louder, and I ain't tied to the mast.
Arrivederci.