A blog full of memories
I emailed Evie of Tierra Vegetables a few weeks ago to ask if I could write a feature article on their Farm Stand. I wasn’t sure if she’d remember me–because I’d met her through a friend. But of course she remembers and sure I can write an article. She tells me a good time to …
My friend sent me her list (which is more of a personal essay), but it is still her list of qualities she’s thinking about. Beware..Friend..You’re now out there on the internet. It’s not so bad–once you get used to it, but some people know you and some people don’t. The people who know you will …
When my marriage fell apart a few years ago and I was in counseling (all kinds of counseling — professional, with friends and family, the self-help section of book stores, the self-help section of the internet…), I decided it would be good for me to create a list–A list of things I thought were important …
I call on Sunday evening as I’m packing up my room. SO…how was your week? Hi. How was your week? She asks me the same question as soon as she picked up the phone. We laugh and start over. So. I repeat. How was your week? Well. I got kiss and a snuggle on my …
Well, not really, but you’ll recognize the literary reference to Robert Burns. Regardless, this post is about a mouse. My friend told me today in the Skype that she had a wee visitor last night. She was watching TV and she heard rustling under the sink. She went to investigate and discovered a mouse in …
It was just a duck. With the potential of a buffalo or a bear. I called my friend yesterday–to make sure she arrived home after her weekend away. Silly me–I thought it was a date. But, her friends had just invited her to go duck hunting–but I didn’t know that until later. She’d had a …
From my girlfriend in Yellowknife: Hey there, I won’t be home until late Sunday afternoon for our chat. I have been invited to go duck hunting in one of the “local” communities. (350km away) I have been told to bring a blanket, pillow and a 24 case of beer (the cost of an expedition in …
I’m so geeky, I think this is funny (from my email subscription to TheLadders.com email). I’m trying to downsize my paper files and put everything online. I don’t think I’ll go this far though.
He used to lean over conspiratorially at the dinner table: Psstt…Psst. Want to hear a dirty joke? And our friends (no matter who they were, he named Charlie Brown) would look up eagerly and say: Yeah. And nod their head. No grown-up had ever told them dirty jokes. My Dad would motion them closer and …
