April 16

Sunshine peaked into the windows of our room and into the window of my soul. Another gorgeous day in the Okanagan. Blue sky overwhelms the senses with a majestic morning view. Over my morning cup of aromatic wonder, I sip on my honey sweetened coffee and decide; Today is a perfect day to rototill the garden. My good buddy and neighbour drops off the rototiller and I proceed into the garden. It is a very satisfying job to do. Turning Read more…

April 15

Lost. A feeling, a situation. I want to find a direction but my mind wanders. I try to watch Trudeau this morning again. I catch some of what he says. Good news, they are expanding who gets money; I guess I can get some covid bucks now. I desperately want a change in news. Our boy wonder PM just keeps repeating the same thing. Stay home, stay the course and in weeks or months we may be able to open Read more…

April 14

Marijke comes home today. Nothing is quite as special as being hugged by my daughter, social distancing be damned. After a week at her mom’s it’s nice to see her. I’m sure it will make things more interesting around our house. My morning adventure started with a trip across town to the cell store to get my phone fixed. A trip, it turned out, I did not need to make. I had a new phone to use but it was Read more…

Biologically Satiated

Anxiety for everyone; doctor, Nurse and patient Nasty bug full of contagion Not a bug at all just strands of proteins’   survivors doing what they can wearing their immunity like a hazmat suit they are armour plated bioligically satiated   we all wear our masks some just have ones that you can’t see Others wear them in hidden places Covering their heart Obscuring their feelings and their faces   Our basic emotions are raw and bare Fear, anxiety and Read more…

April 13

April 13, 2020 Three weeks ago today I started my journal.  I didn’t know at the time where it would take me.  I am very grateful to those who have encouraged me to continue.  When I started this record I wanted to write this so my daughter and I would have something to look back at and say it really happened. I feel we need to record these ignominious moments in time when unprecedented, historic things occur. One month ago Read more…

To all the girls I’ve loved

  Love.  Love can be fleeting, love can be amazing, love can deeply hurt.  It took me quite a few tries before I found “the right one”.  Four times I thought I found “the one”, my true love, my soul mate.  At 18 years old I met a young lady named Diane who took my heart and my breath away.  Young love can be so exciting, and fleeting.  We were together for a year when I put a ring on Read more…

April 12

April 12, 2020 Easter Sunday.  I told my daughter the Easter bunny wasn’t coming because of Coronavirus.  What a jackass Dad move that was.  Somehow it feels like everything is cancelled.  It is a good thing my beautiful daughter is at her Moms today. The Easter bunny isn’t coming to Dad’s. This Sunday feels much like any other day of the week and I decide to try the dump trip again today.  My neighbour jumps in his own truck and Read more…

A playoff run for the ages

Calgary Flames 2004 Life at thirty seems like a lifetime ago.  I owned a nice home in Calgary, had a successful business and many good friends.  Each summer I would jump on my motorcycle and ride to BC.  It is interesting to look back on those times and reflect on the person I was and who I would become.  A blur is how it feels.  I had season tickets to the Calgary Stampeders and then bought Flames tickets when they Read more…

April 11

April 11, 2020 Last night I made the mistake of watching the news after a few drinks… I think watching the news is tough enough, not sure drinking is the best remedy.  The math and the numbers have me confused; in BC we have 1410 cases of covid and 55 deaths out of a population of over 5 million.  Inherently I know that the measures we have done are the reason it is so low, yet I can’t help but Read more…

April 10

April 10, 2020 Feeling invigorated I grab my coffee and open up my laptop.  I sit down to write and the words pour out of me.  I have found my muse and it is due in part to tragedy. Like many times in history, we get creative in the face of adversity.  I have found many people lately are turning to music and art as a release, an escape.  Almost compelled I begin to write down my story.  Shaking my Read more…

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