Today was a beautiful day to arise from the deep slumber that had taken hold of me. Saturday I think. We started our day looking to see if fuzzy face was on TV. Apparently he had taken the day off. Slapshot was on TV. I was so desperate for hockey that I decided to record it. Slap shot staring Paul Newman as a young man, a classic hockey film from the seventies. The Hansen brothers were anti-hero’s in the classic Read more…
Family. Family, the longest one word sentence I know. I have been blessed by my good fortune when it comes to family. I was not born into wealth; I was born into turmoil that was calmed in a storm of emotions that I cannot fully comprehend. I will never really know the feelings that went through my birth parents when they let me go Fifty years ago. Fifty years ago the world was a very different place. Adoption was a Read more…
Road trip! A small semi-road trip, but a road trip day none-the-less. Big White was our destination. It was time to check on our place at the mountain. My first problem I faced was getting my darling daughter out of bed and in the truck with me for the trip. We managed to roll out the door at 9:00 am. I was looking forward to some one on one time with my wonderful kid. Sunshine brightly lit our way as Read more…
Wow! We are at the end of April! The strangest April of my life. The strangest April of all our lives. It has been a good month to stay at home and de-clutter our lives. Yard work, gardening, everyone seems to be outside and getting things done. Luckily the weather has been very mild and rain has been very scarce. Captain Rob showed up today and we started to get our boat ready. If they let us, Luxury Lake Tours Read more…
I have written an entry a day for thirty-six days. Thirty-six days of my observations, my adventures, such as they have been, in the coronaverse. Things have really settled down and we can sense that people have adapted; a new normal is being created. I turned the TV on; our fuzzy faced PM is there again this morning. I am tired of this TV show, another episode of hand out the Canadian dollar. We are in a routine and I Read more…
Our world is adapting and connecting in this time of pandemic. Pandemic does sound like panic. The panic stage has ended and we all are ready for things to go back to a more normal situation. Dr Tam says full normal is still a long ways off. Opening things up does seem like an option that is much closer than it has been for a while. Quebec has announced elementary school and daycare will open in May. Saskatchewan and Ontario Read more…
Our motorbike ride yesterday was a fulfilling trip that made me remember why I love riding so much. When we got home we walked into a strange odour. Further investigation made us think the smell was septic. I looked in the storage room where the smell was strongest and thought it must be our septic system backing up into the sewer pipes. Chagrined I called a company that pumps out septic tanks. They can’t come for ten days. Ten days Read more…
Sunday again, I feel like I am tracking life on the number of Sundays since time stood still. Time can’t stand still no matter how much we would want it to. Time is the most precious thing we experience and yet none of us can truly own it. I never used to have enough time, now I look to find better use of it. Our Sunday morning lazed again, we had big plans, things to do; fishing, biking, yard Read more…
After yesterday’s adventure I was ready to hang low and stay home today. I made my wife a gourmet breakfast; scrambled eggs with chorizo. I have often thought about starting a actual bed and breakfast. Krista thinks I’m crazy. I’m a pretty good cook so I think it would be a fun way to entertain. We started out our day by walking down to the nursery and getting our veggies for the garden. Peppers, tomatoes, and lettuce, we were getting Read more…
Calgary, Alberta, Canada is a city nestled in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies. I lived the better part of thirty-six years in the city by the Bow. I still love Calgary and it will forever own a piece of my heart. It was home sweet home. Until I escaped. Nineteen-seventy was an epic year – I was born! So I think that was a pretty epic year in the life of Victor Calvin Barr. The average cost of a Read more…