Cal's Journal

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. I slept in to wake up to a fat head and low motivation. The kids were supposed to sleep in tents in the back yard. There was a forecast with 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 on a Friday at 230 it should be fairly easy to launch and park. We thought wrong. I have avoided the Gellately boat launch over the years. Like a summer 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 the soul. Too bad it is so hard on the body. As I progressed I could see the ground I had covered and the progress I made. Bent over in 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. The day slowly progressed and I failed to finish the preparations for my accountant. I knew inside that it was a mistake. But I still have few days… Our evening 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, beaches are filling up. Some group was going to protest at Stuart Park the other day. Why bother? It seems like a waste of time and energy. No one will 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. By mid-afternoon the skies had begun to clear and the rain ceased to fall. When I stepped out the front door I breathed in the freshness of our world renewed 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. We stopped at Rona and grabbed some drywall and supplies. We then proceeded to make the one hour journey from Kelowna to Big White. Rob rode in the truck with 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 just never had the time, or so I thought. Two months ago I wrote my first journal entry. I have written one every day since. Recording these moments in history 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 know why. It doesn’t make it any easier. I hate to complain so I don’t usually tell anyone how much pain I am in. I suffer in silence like so Read more…