March 31, 2020 Morning seems to creep up on my broken sleep. Dreams. Strange and vivid dreams haunt my night. I awake slowly hoping that it is the reality of my dream that I awake too. Turning on the TV I see Trudeau’s face, confirming that I am still living Read more…
March 30, 2020 Two weeks ago the world turned upside down as our new reality sunk in. Two weeks seem like two years. In what feels like another era they closed Big White and told us we had to stay away from each other. I try hard to remember what Read more…
March 29, 2020 Sunday has come down and it is a good day to get the soil ready in the garden. Spreading the manure into the garden seems fitting after the morning news. Trump is rambling again, I missed our fuzzy faced PM this morning, and not sure what he Read more…
March 28, 2020 Life feels a bit more back to normal this morning. Saturday like any other, relax and cook breakie, yet in the normalcy of the morning a tension seems to grow. We need to go to the drug store, need hand sanitizer… Surviving the drug store is easy Read more…
March 27, 2020 The morning lazes frantically along until my wonderful wife explains she has offered to help some friends that are in quarantine. My wife, the one who still has full time work. I step in and offer to go and help out, she should stay home and work. Read more…
March 26, 2020 I went to work today downtown, social distancing in mind. It felt weird somehow going downtown; with no one there it felt almost like working on Christmas or Remembrance Day. Guilty feelings washed away when I got on the roof and soaked in the view of the Read more…
March 25, 2020 Awoke to a new day today, turned on the news to our PMs bearded face. Same as yesterday, I guess this strange new reality will continue. Pour another cup of coffee and ruminate about the day ahead. Groceries are getting low. Grocery shopping has taken on an Read more…
March 24, 2020 Silence in the mountain was deafening today, it should be full of spring breakers, of kids, of fun, of energy; instead it’s empty. We left again, as if for the last time? I hope that the next time we go to Big White the world will be Read more…
March 23 2020 Pandemic… sounds very close to panic, and the world is in the throes of it. It was a lifetime ago yet only one week that we left Big White and went home with the ski hill closing and the world imploding. One week; a lifetime and yet Read more…