April 20

Today was 420, another day of the week, a day like every other. Monday, I think. It began with a shock. A roof has collapsed at Big White. People are without a home. Fortunately, no one got hurt when the atrium roof at the Snow Ghost Inn dropped four floors in a catastrophic heap. 420 didn’t seem all that important and everything takes a back seat to luck. Lucky the hill was closed and no one was under the roof. Read more…

April 19

Sleep, wonderful blissful sleep. I remain in my slumber as late as I can, Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. Yet rest escapes me again. A temptation on the fringes of consciousness I fight to remain in the depths of elusive sleep. No flickers today to interrupt my dreams yet dream I do. Another moment in time, we would be going skiing for the last day of the season today. Sleep would be secondary. Noon sneaks up Read more…

April 18

Rat, tat tat, Rat, tat tat. An incessant tapping wakes me from the recesses of my mind. It’s those damn woodpeckers again. I need to find a way to get rid of them. I have a brief vision of some form of weapon but dismiss it just as quick. I need to go down stairs three times before they give up and realize cement stucco and plywood is not a good place to find food. Dumb birds. I crawl back Read more…

April 17

It’s Friday today, Friday used to mean something. Now it’s just another day that ends in a why. Why? It becomes a question being asked among a myriad of others. Friday used to be a day for a sociable at the pub after work, now the most sociable we get is on our walks, two metres distance. Going to work today I am grateful for my opportunity to make some money. Driving along the highway the lack of traffic is Read more…

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…

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