The tarps work well. Easy to pull out and put away, which is required since sometimes rain comes unexpectedly at 3am. I am quietly and ridiculously proud of this. It occurs to me that I haven’t been myself for some years now. That the strong, creative me, fully open to possibles and wonder is only […]
Like Laurel and Hardy, Level and Sturdy are comedians. It’s the kind of funny that sneaks up on you a couple of days later, when you look at the framing you took a break from and there they are, tangled in the ladder, looking bewildered but earnest. You take off your hat, scratch your head, […]
Week Two Ratbastard is a new regular presence in my life. Has arrived, I believe, to teach me powerful new lessons in the kind of assertiveness that brooks no opposition. He requires that I maintain full, absolute ownership of the space I now occupy. He is nocturnal and extremely intelligent. Also pointy-faced and vindictive when […]
Day One Rain begins, tentative, at 8:50pm. I can feel the hush of parched trees; the lake is still, the birds silent. Thunder is over there, eclipsed by the subtle snore of a cat. Rain stops. There is no sound of water lapping. This is uncharacteristic of the eastern shore, where even the gentlest of […]
Story Cake first instalment is coming – never fear. It has been delayed by some time-sensitive physical and academic tasks, which have taken precedence over all else: I’ve been packing up the old and building the new. To the point where I’ve got twenty days left here: during which I find places for all this […]
Here’s a thing I’d like to do, in collaboration with you guys – some I know, lots I don’t – who read this blog. This idea came to me out of ten years of astonishingly terrible experiences with people who I’d been close to for a very long time. I’ve done at least a partial […]
A multitude of tasks and their stressor partners slow-dance around my house like dust motes in the sunlight; I am happily, if overwhelmingly engaged in the actions of living. Every so often pressures collide with sensibilities and swirl the dust mote dancing into a frenzy. Through and over all of this a thin cicada song of […]
The test for old chairs is in the sitting, and this one more than passes, happily. It’s an online auction chair, old and formal-ish in the picture that prompted me, upholstered outrageously – in cream and white. It looked comfortable in the photo, but this could have been wishful thinking. Old White and formal-ish comes with […]
So much anxiety. Even here, in this small town Shire-like piece of Ontario, we dutifully find our regular dose of Fox news or its equivalent so we can chew on our worry in a bizarrely informed way. If not Fox or Sinclair and the suspicious smell of fascism, or the use of our tax dollars […]
Future Bakery now has wifi and wall plugs for charging laptops. This is good, because our B&B has no power at the moment, and there is course work to be done, due at 11pm. The B&B power is out because the hydro lines were clipped by the arm of a crane as it lifted drywall […]
10:20am, Sunday April 8; home & tucked into the couch under my fish blanket, with coffee number two. The paper chaos is less overwhelming; I’m now two thirds of my way through a financial study of what happened last year. What a time it was. Full of equal parts rage and abundance, despair and deep, […]
In July 2017 I bought a car. At that time it had 45,000 km on the odometer, which is partly why I bought it. In our tradition of car-naming my daughter and I named him Thom, short for Thomas. Not Tommy, ever. He is an indigo Blue Honda Fit. By now, April, 2018, and Thom […]