Sailor BabO Canada made his annual trip to the Toronto Islands for some summer rest and relaxation, and a little work at the arts retreat there.
First, he relaxed in a Muskoka chair. (It’s only an “Adirondack” on the other side of the border.)
putting my fuzzy feets up!
He did some sentry duty at the writers’ wing of the arts retreat:
Gotta keep them from slacking off
He tried to write a novel of his own:
Excuse me, how do you all reach the keys?
He ran away to join a pirate crew.
Take it from a sailor, we’ve run aground.
(But it turned out to only be a stage.)
He avoided capture!
I am not a Pokemon! Nor am I food for one!
And celebrated his escape with a well-earned reward.
S’mores brownie for the win!
See you at the island next year, Sailor Babo!