Oh, Siri Me
It’s time to confess that I’m developing a relationship with Siri
It’s time to confess that I’m developing a relationship with Siri
We’ve just arrived back in Canada. Let me set the scene with a “prequel”.
Welcome to Pender Island – please leave the city behind.
When we drove off the ferry at Otter Bay a couple of days ago, these words in the Welcome to Pender Island brochure felt a bit cliched. Now, I think we’re finally starting to understand.
I’ve learned that every visitor to Canada wants to see a bear. They just don’t want to see one when they’re walking on a lonely trail through the woods.
As we watch our host climb back up the steep path to the main house, followed by a menagerie of one dog, three cats and two chickens, Nanette comments – “Maybe she is trying to kill us after all.”
It’s only cold until the rain starts, then it’s cold and wet.
There are three kinds of logic I don’t understand. They are, of course, the logic of the guy in Pittsburgh who believes he is a dog – governments – and my darling wife. Actually, I sort of understand the dog guy, but the other two are a constant mystery. As you may know, after two years of…