You would do best to simply ignore the first paragraph.

I don't have any idea what I'm about to write and don't much care except that I hope I don't type a stream of profanities. Of course, not that I have any reason to such as anger or frustration or intense pain, and not that I have Tourette's Syndrome. But mostly because I tend to romanticize swearing, especially it's cool look in type and if I were to include some choice words then I might offend certain personages that might care to read this blog.

I should cut to the quick, but instead I'll end the blog and say this first: things are good, as good as could be expected when uprooting oneself and only to transplant in another country, even though that country is still in North America and speaks understandable English and watches plenty of American (that is, from the U.S) television.

Okay, and I'll that Elise and I and the kids are immeasurably breathtaken by how beautiful the city of Vancouver is.

For those of you wanting more details: more is to come, but be assured: We are alive and well!