My lovely wife and I had dinner at the Bullwheel last night. The Bullwheel is a restaurant at Big White that always satisfied our culinary cravings. We enjoyed a great meal. With the safety protocols for covid in full effect, we felt very safe. We sat alone, separated from other tables by plastic walls. Dining out is a special treat in the coronaverse. Little did we know it would be the last time eating at the Bullwheel for the season. Read more…
It was time for a road trip to Kamloops this week. It was a relaxing drive over the connector to Merritt and then on to Kamloops. The blue sky gleamed overhead as I crested the top of the mountains that shadow the Okanagan Valley. I breathed in the vast span of snowy peaks and white-covered trees. The road flew by and I cranked the stereo and filled the cab of my truck with sound. I cruised the highway, resisting the Read more…
She lay on the big recliner, the leather was smooth to the touch and the soft pillow cushioned her side. She drowsed and stretched out her legs then curled up against the pillow and purred with contentment. Gabby felt the shadow before she saw it. The tall figure leaned over her and gently shuffled her to her side. She pushed her to the edge. Normally Gabby would jump up and wander off. This time she stayed and shared her space. Read more…
One year ago today I started my unusual journey in the Coronaverse. March 23, 2020, I wrote my first entry in my journal. It has been a journey of exploration and awakening. I have learned a lot about myself and about the world we live in. Is it a new world? It is a new world for me. There is new normal being created from the ashes of my old normal. I know when this all began a year ago Read more…
I find myself caught between wanting my kid to grow into a woman and the desire to see her remain a princess forever. She can’t be a princess forever. She will grow up and all I can do is provide her the tools to become a responsible and successful adult. It is the toughest job I have ever had in my life. I want her to be a woman that has everything she needs and the desire to succeed. Today Read more…
It’s official, spring is here. Today at Big White we had every season of the year; except summer. according to the calendar, today was the first day of spring. My friend told me how this was a sad day for him, the days were now longer and ski season was that much closer to being over. The change of season approaches faster and faster every year in which I live on this wondrous planet circling the sun. For my daughter, Read more…
The two ski buddies met at the bottom of the Ridge Rocket high-speed quad. Barrman and Cookster smiled beneath their masks as they pushed through the gates for another ski day. It wasn’t just any ski day it was a day to celebrate. Cookster was on his one-hundredth day and it was one day over a year since the mountain closed because of the pandemic. It was also St. Patrick’s Day. It was going to be a good day! Or Read more…
Barrman awoke to a feeling of anxiety and uncertainty. The world he was living in seemed to be crumbling around him. Time was running out and the world just entered a new vocabulary into everyday life. Social distancing was one of the new terms being used. It all seemed so weird. Pandemic. That’s what they kept saying. What the hell was going on? His wife K-Dee and a few of their friends went to watch Jon Bos the day before Read more…
It has been a year of Mondays. Every week has begun with another Monday in the coronaverse. You may ask yourself, why do I pick on Mondays?. Every time it’s a Monday I can’t help but sing the Boomtown Rats song in my head, “I don’t like Mondays.” Mondays can certainly be a drag, with having to go back to work after a weekend of fun and relaxation. Monday has its own degree of negativity; waiting for Monday to end Read more…
Time keeps on flying by in a flash; like a waking dream, life continues its journey onward. We lost an hour in the middle of the night. It was time to spring forward once more. Our clocks are a representation of a myriad of calculations. On timepieces everywhere, the little hands tell us what our body only guesses at. The passage of time keeps moving on and we live our lives based on the spinning of wheels and gears. In Read more…