Party season

In a few minutes we're off to the QNX Christmas Dinner-Dance to be held at the Canadian War Museum, I hope not amidst the exhibits, or I'll get depressed. That'll be our second party of the season.

 Yesterday I partied with diplomats and diplomat-spouses at "St. Bart's" Church, an event which included our singing in German and a demonstration by Gail, at the altar, of what to wear for the upcoming snow shoeing season, the snow-shoe events convener preaching from the pulpit about the wisdom of putting on warm, layered underwear. A nice juxtaposition for my blog, I thought. We were also entertained by Ulle and the lady from Kazakhstan singing a New Year song in Russian, which they'd both learned in the USSR as children, when not allowed to celebrate religious festivals. The church has an extraordinary stained glass window, by the way, which you can read about here.

People from five different continents are in these photos

Two more parties tomorrow with the usual suspects, the Flying Club gang. We're all driving out to Bourget to pick out Christmas trees from Bob's property in the morning and in the late afternoon some of us must be back in time for the Flying Club's Christmas social in the clubhouse.

With Fran, of Barbados