Monthly Archives: October 2015

Behind the Scenes:

I feel compelled to write something today, though I’m not up for much else. Sleeping and eating and staying warm at home are  top of my list, conversation and homework and housework are at the bottom.

My Stix need to be looked at and my shoulders are really hurting, which is rather alarming, because I depend on them more than most people and when it hurts to move, well, that sucks.

Midterms are finally done.

I enjoy learning new things, but I will be so glad when this term is over and I get that credential and can just wipe school completely from my radar until such a time as I find I genuinely want to go back.

Right now I just need a Me Day — a whole day for myself and the things I want to get done without anyone’s interference. The weekend can’t come fast enough. But to tide me over ’til then, I’ve got a warm bed, good food, tea and the second half of Despicable Me.

Thank goodness! 🙂


Cats, buses and kindness

“Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.”

I’m a minimalist and I like to keep and use only that which I deem necessary and effective for the situation. I hardly ever carry cash or change. But today was different –I had change.

A man at the bus loop needed change for a dollar, to use the public pay phone. I heard him asking, “Please, anyone?” and thought: I do! I have change! I can help!

We swapped four quarters for a loonie. “Thank you so much. Really. I really appreciate it. I’ve been asking people, and Jesus, it’s like I’m trying to take their cat.” he said. It was an unorthodox, yet accurate turn of phrase that made us both smile.

*I don’t quote often, but this one, credited to TH Thompson & John Watson, really resonates with me and is one of my favorites. Be kind 🙂

Good night, friends!

By My Lonesome

That odd feeling of being terribly lonely and terribly happy at the same time; headphones on, in jeans and a t-shirt on a Saturday, listening to and singing along with The Wailin’ Jennys — Glory Bound, Longtime Traveller, The Parting Glass and One Voice — with the sun streaming in the window and air full of that delicious fall oxygen… 🙂


Ouch! (1)

My head hurts. My heart hurts. My back hurts. My innards feel like they’ve been knifed, ripped out and returned. And my finger hurts. It really hurts. I could explain all of this now, but I won’t.

About the finger, though…my best guess is that I’ve made and aggravated said injury (I propose a small tear under the thumbnail) by peeling a particularly tough orange, resulting in the forcible injection of large quantities of citric acid into this tear. Sometimes “Ouch!” just doesn’t cut it 🙂

Anyhoo, I’m just tired of hurting and having my brain on overdrive. My brain is like, “Go, go, go!” and I’m like, “No, please — stop, wait!” This has been my reality for the past week.

I don’t care what anyone says, the world today is a complicated, complex, interconnected one, more so than ever before. And right now I just don’t want to think about that, ’cause it’s making me dizzy.

So, I’m going to make popcorn, get cozy and watch a movie.

Good to see you!

I spent the day with Andrea on Wednesday. It was awesome. I got mugged by Tessa the dog, with lots of doggy kisses and butt wiggles. Lunch at the Botanical Gardens was amazing, with fresh picked lettuce, egg sandwiches, and Grandma Amanda’s birthday cake. We literally ate our way up and down the Coast. It was so nice to just relax and catch up with friends!

Thanks, Andrea! 🙂

River bank, stones

I am, You are

I am not you,
You are not me.
Acknowledge this,
And sameness, and difference.

From each other.
To one another.

Don’t trivialize, immortalize or simplify.
Complexity, meaning, passion is lost in bursts.
Understand fluidity, context and sincerity.
Grow, and support the growing.

And know,
That I am not you.
And you are not me.
But together,
We are individuals,
And a community alive and well.

Downs and Ups (5)


Saturday is going well.

I had breakfast with Forrest, DBB and read my book, put some new content together for this blog, talked to Grandma.

I need to do laundry. And get groceries. I should do some homework. And I want to just relax and listen to some tunes and travel back to the 18th century for just a little while with Claire and Jamie Fraser.

So, it’s time to get off my butt and put the plan to action.


Downs and Ups (4)


Friday was wonderful.

Work was fun, and I got a lot done. I owned that reception area 🙂

I don’t know what the world’s obsession with having about 100 of the world’s crappiest pens providing needless clutter to what is supposed to be functional workspace is all about– but for my desk at home, and for the reception on Fridays, I limit writing utensils to ten.

After work, I came home and watched some TV (television), on DVD (digital video disc), on my PC (personal computer) and waited for my DBB (dearly beloved brother) to return from MEC (mountain equipment co-op). How’s that for a collection of acronyms?

It was pure bliss. Forrest, DBB arrived in due course and we set out on foot to find dinner.

“What do you feel like eating?”

“Not pizza and not a burger. Maybe sushi.”

I laugh. “Well, there’s lots of that. Do you want to eat up there, or down there, or over there or there, or there, or there, or that one’s pretty good…”

“I didn’t realize there were that many sushi places here!”

We ended up at Sushi Station, which turned out to be absolutely delicious.

Thanks to my DBB for a fun night out, a great visit, some laughs, a new shower curtain, an updated playlist and hilarious sandy socks in the sink, thanks a lot 😀

Love you,


Downs and Ups (3)

Riding the bus at night:

“Oh, look! A bus! Damn, it doesn’t stop here. We were supposed to wait over there. I wonder if he’ll stop…” Rube waves her arms hopefully, to no avail. I laugh.

“Here comes another one.” The two of us stand like statues on the side of the road as we get passed by yet again. I’m shaking with mirth.

“Well, I guess we should go wait at the other stop. Come on, Sam!”

“Oh, look! A bus!” I say, and my sister giggles as we make our way up the sidewalk.


“So, there’s an HKIN house-party happening in North Van,” Rube informs me.

I nod knowingly, “Mmhmm, it’s at my place,” I say, with a straight face. She looks at me and laughs– my hobbit-sized suite would be hard pressed to host a party of 10, let alone one of several hundred.


“I am so hungry!”

“You want a granola bar? I have one. Actually, I have 10 and a cucumber and a green onion.”

She looks at me. “Well, there’s no harm in being prepared…”

“Rube, I went shopping! The bars were on sale, so I bought 2 boxes, ’cause they’re good to have for days like today,”

“Oh, ok then. Yeah, I’ll have one. Do you want one?”

“Yes, please.” She turns to ruffle through my backpack.

“And the cucumber was a good price,” I say, continuing,  “and I needed a green onion, so I bought one. Just one.” My lips twitch.

“Wait, what? You bought just one?” I giggle helplessly.

“Well, I was gonna say, like, that would last a while,” Rube says sarcastically, before breaking into a laugh.