March 29, 2020 Sunday has come down and it is a good day to get the soil ready in the garden. Spreading the manure into the garden seems fitting after the morning news. Trump is rambling again, I missed our fuzzy faced PM this morning, and not sure what he is doing Sundays in his self-isolation. A true disaster looms south of the border as the numbers are mounting. The death toll could be staggering yet it doesn’t feel real Read more…
March 28, 2020 Life feels a bit more back to normal this morning. Saturday like any other, relax and cook breakie, yet in the normalcy of the morning a tension seems to grow. We need to go to the drug store, need hand sanitizer… Surviving the drug store is easy yet I feel naked without my shopping cart to defend myself. Feeling brave we grab take out and head for the lake. Kukuli café is playing indigenous music that takes Read more…
March 27, 2020 The morning lazes frantically along until my wonderful wife explains she has offered to help some friends that are in quarantine. My wife, the one who still has full time work. I step in and offer to go and help out, she should stay home and work. Anything to have a project, get out of the house. Feeling like I am in a spy movie I am told to pick up the dog on the porch tied Read more…
March 26, 2020 I went to work today downtown, social distancing in mind. It felt weird somehow going downtown; with no one there it felt almost like working on Christmas or Remembrance Day. Guilty feelings washed away when I got on the roof and soaked in the view of the lake, framed by snow-capped mountains. The air felt good, cleaner somehow, nice to breath and move forward. Still hard to focus and do the job, just staring at the awesome Read more…
March 25, 2020 Awoke to a new day today, turned on the news to our PMs bearded face. Same as yesterday, I guess this strange new reality will continue. Pour another cup of coffee and ruminate about the day ahead. Groceries are getting low. Grocery shopping has taken on an ominous overtone. Grab a cart; don’t touch it with the hands, Mom used to give me grief for stretching my sleeves like this. The shopping cart is my defense as Read more…
March 24, 2020 Silence in the mountain was deafening today, it should be full of spring breakers, of kids, of fun, of energy; instead it’s empty. We left again, as if for the last time? I hope that the next time we go to Big White the world will be sane. It won’t be the same, ever, but I hope it will be sane. Coming back into Kelowna things seem normal in many ways. The roads are busy, people Read more…
March 23 2020 Pandemic… sounds very close to panic, and the world is in the throes of it. It was a lifetime ago yet only one week that we left Big White and went home with the ski hill closing and the world imploding. One week; a lifetime and yet the blink of an eye. Fresh air seems fleeting and precious, nothing really has changed, yet everything will never be the same again. Everyone is in shock, denial or in Read more…