America is on fire. America is burning with the flames of another chapter in its centuries-old battle between black and white. The media has taken a break from the non-stop coverage of covid19. Our news media has been hijacked by the riots in the wake of the murder of George Read more…
Last night was a late one. We sat on our friend’s deck looking at the view and listening to tunes. Our kids were in our basement having a sleepover. After relentless pursuit for a sleepover, I finally gave in. The kids pulled an all-nighter. I made it until three am. Read more…
We launched Serendipity today for a practice run of social distanced fishing. It took three tries before we found a boat launch. Our first try was in Westbank at the yacht club. The boat launch on Gellately road has gone through substantial repairs over the last few years. We thought Read more…
Pulling weeds is very cathartic. Much like life, sometimes we must remove things before they grow out of control. I spent much of my afternoon and evening pulling weeds. The rewards of a simple task like yanking a dandelion or some morning glory from the earth is somehow satisfying to Read more…
I began my day like every other, mmm coffee. I struggled to focus again, tax time will do that to me. This is the first time I have had to do my own paperwork for taxes in almost thirty years. I have been finding it challenging to stay on task. Read more…
I have stopped watching our fuzzy faced PM. I have stopped watching the news altogether. It’s all the same, yet in the real world things are starting to return to the way they were before we went into lock down. Traffic is getting heavier all the time. People are walking, Read more…
I woke up to the delicate sounds of rain caressing the roof of our bedroom. It was the first rainy day in quite some time. I could google the exact day but I rebel against that. Rain drummed on the roof of the house as I enjoyed the day inside. Read more…
It was time to return to Big White today. I needed to fix my wall that was damaged, I needed to finish painting. Rob was finally freed up to help and we drove to my place in the mountains. I wasn’t sure what to expect. We packed all Rob’s tools. Read more…
Two months seem like another era, a different chapter in life. I have started a new chapter. Pandemic or Panic? It has subsided and we have adapted. I am being guided to a new future; one I may not have found. Writing has always been a passion for me. I Read more…
When I was a young man Friday meant something. It meant where was the party? It meant where were we camping? It meant something more than just another day that ends in a Y. Now it began with the question of why? Why does my back hurt so much? I Read more…