Imagine my surprise when I pulled into the driveway after four months away to find that a small village of Inuit had been camping on my lawn, leaving an inukshuk so that we would remember that they had been there. At least, its presence meant either that or acted as proof that my dad really is retired.
This is a sturdy construction too, built to withstand the neighbourhood kids with cement and steel reinforcements and everything. He stands at the front of our yard on the small rock cliff and, at least at 4 in the afternoon in December, with the sun at his back. I think it’s nice place for him.