A blog full of memories
I’ve been talking to my friend in Yellowknife. In fact, I’m going to call her now. Except, I have to write a blog entry before I can. It’s been too long since I made my last one–and I’m due. We had a great chat the last time we talked. I think we talked for three …
Hi Urban Yukon, My dad called me up on Saturday night. He says: “Jennie, I’m in trouble.” I immediately get worried that something’s happened. He says: “I lost some files. All the pictures of your mother’s quilts. We can’t find them. I even went back and did a system restore.” Ugh..Ugh.. I get him to …
I’m having a conversation with my girlfriend in Yellowknife. I call her most Sundays so we can catch up and chat. We are just like we were in high school. We talk about our lives and what we’re doing and we talk about boys. Except, we’re a little older now. A little more experienced. We’ve …
Just a quick blog post this morning before I rush off. One thing I’m glad I have access to outside of Canada is cbc.ca and radio3.cbc.ca. Thank you Canada for your Canadian Content regulations. This year, I’ve discovered Buck 65, Bedouin Soundclash, and now these guys: I don’t know what I would do without you …
She was out in the bush for two weeks. I’d called last Sunday and we just chatted about how to feel feminine if you are out in the bush with a group of guys. She just said: “I don’t.” Then she also clarified: “I don’t think I’d want to be a girl out here. Where …
The other day, I was having lunch with a friend. I can’t remember what we were talking about exactly, but then he said something about the state of mind and I remembered a poem my friend Yvonne gave to me before I left Whitehorse to go to university. It’s called The State of Mind If …
I went to the movie Sex and the City on Friday evening. I’d been planning to go all week but didn’t try to make plans until too late. I called a local girlfriend, but she had accepted last minute tickets to the Giants game. I called another girlfriend, but she’d accepted another invitation somewhere else. …
We talk about our lists for a bit. I want one of yours. She says. Really? I wonder. Which one? “Likes to dance in the living room.” Yeah. I say. I like that one. Although, in my head, my guy is not only dancing. He’s dusting, and vacuuming. To music. Our music. Whatever feels upbeat …
The topic last week was work boyfriends…no…not boyfriends who work, or boyfriends that do work—boyfriends at work. When I called late Sunday evening, it was almost too late. My friend has one of her friends over and they have already been talking about boys. I’m cleaning my house like mad, trying to get it ready …