Leave the party while you can still walk. I can’t stress that enough. AND, while you can walk at a sustained pace for approximately 30 minutes (or whatever the length of your journey). Add another, oh, 10, maybe 15 minutes to that timeframe since how long it took you to get there will not be the same amount of time it takes you to get … Continue reading Advice From A Drunk Pedestrian
The first time I heard Pachelbel’s Canon I was in some store. I know, really, isn’t that where everyone first heard it? I walked in the back door here at The Homestead, and I couldn’t hold it inside any longer. I had to play it for her. I had to. It was like finding a neat rock in the driveway, or whatever it is that … Continue reading How To Make Your Mom Cry
I’ve actually been watching the TV show, The Voice. And surprisingly, I like it. Those types of shows don’t normally engage me. Yet this one does. I think it’s because it’s about something I can appreciate. Voice. When I was growing up I listened to the radio, yes, we did have video’s, but they were new. Instead, I spent alot of time listening to my … Continue reading On Finding Your Voice
This weeks Weekly Writing Challenge asks to showcase your slang. It can be a display of regional pride, a contemplation on new words you’ve heard, but still don’t quite understand, or a practice in dialogue that mimics our regular speaking patterns. As an American who grew up in Canada, I know some slang. Often growing up I was around so many words for the same … Continue reading Out And About, eh?
It is the most defining element, I think, of this house. I have many memories of that bannister. Of coming down those stairs in my prom dress (I went stag with 3 other girls who went stag) – and not because we had to, but we chose to. Defining moment in my life. I was telling those old girlfriends of mine who’d turned their back … Continue reading The Bannister
My favourite sort of day are the ones that begin dismal but improve in increments. Such was yesterday. Snowing and gray in the morning, yet once the sun wrestled its way out from the clouds, I scurried upstairs and got dressed and me and the FurryB went on a beautiful brisk walk through town. She trotted beside me as I swirled down Catherine, onto Charles … Continue reading Our Persian Flaws
Haunted, beautiful, sad and the subject is hard not for me to connect with, I could create a soundtrack for this weekend, but quite frankly at the present I couldn’t name one artist I retained, other than Lana Del Rey. Lana Del Rey’s Summertime Sadness was the theme song of this weekend. My Lil’Sis discovered it on Friday night. The girls had friends over…so it … Continue reading Merry Maudlin Monday w/Lana Del Rey
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Today I’m featuring one of my favourite local folk musicians, Campfire Doug. Armed usually with only his acoustic guitar, Doug’s music captures the open-air magic of the campfire. With the soul of a storyteller, his lyrics grapple with many of the injustices of this “big old goofy world”. It was Doug actually who introduced me to John Prine almost a decade ago now, at a campfire (of course). So please sit back and … Continue reading Merry Maudlin Monday w/Campfire Doug
The move went well, if a little crazy. SirB is the one who came and picked me up, but he had to be back to work in the afternoon. So good thing I was organized, but still didn’t have time to clean up abit from behind were the furniture sat. Ugh. Embarrassing but I did the very best I could, being at the mercy of others as I am … Continue reading Out and About in Dodge
Today is my last day here at the Cottage. Tomorrow at this time I’ll be back at the Homestead with my Lil’Sis and her family. Irish and I went out earlier and did a final walk-about, she sniffed I snapped pictures. Its been a busy day. Everything (almost) has found a home…just my computer area to pack now. Feels strange that the next time I … Continue reading Merry Maudlin Monday w/The Wilbury’s
I bought him cheap because he was missing an ear. Yes, another of Paula’s foundlings. And he fits right in with my menagerie of the broken & cracked. He doesn’t have a name … maybe he’ll be Gustavus … one of my ancestors regal sounding names. TIME STAMP: post began @ 7:30AM EST – I’m down to the last days and it’s chaos. Books, cloths, … Continue reading How Do You Pack A Giraffe?
In the four years, I have spent here, I have come to recognize that there is more to this lake than meets the eye. For instance, the depth is deceiving, as in one area it goes as far as 150 feet. In those environs swim Large-mouth Bass of advanced age and other secrets I’m sure. It is here on Mothers Day in 2011 that I … Continue reading Magic is Alive at the Lake
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