Irish Hugs From A Golden Teddy Bear
Out for the longer day off morning stroll yesterday Mom, and we swung downtown via the paths that runs along the river. Wore my big Sorel boots, and slipped and slid my way through the snowy sidewalks that loop down and around the river, over Blackfriars bridge and back to the Village. I have to wear those big awkward things, otherwise my feet will freeze … Continue reading Irish Hugs From A Golden Teddy Bear
The Weft And Warp Of The Weave
How do they find me? I kept meaning to mention this to you Mom, but what with all the other shite this week I suppose this little nugget got lost at the wayside. For some reason I was reminded just now as I sat out on the stoop, coffee in hand, listening to some loud rap music on the car stereo parked next door at … Continue reading The Weft And Warp Of The Weave
A Witness To The Introvert In Full Sail
Me again. I do believe you are the proud Mother of a work spectacle. Yes, indeed. The side-ways glances, the smiles, the awkward silences. And I’m not imagining it. I was of course worried this morn about the aftermath of Monday, after my melt down. I had left early in a crying, bawling mess, and had come like millimeters away from quitting my job. So … Continue reading A Witness To The Introvert In Full Sail
In The Cold & Misty Moonless Night
One thing I’ve learned recently you know Mom, is they are right, a lot the good stuff in life begins as bad stuff. In the end, it’s all perspective, and how one chooses to continue afterwards. So Monday morning I go into work for 8am. A snowstorm overnight had slowed everything down a bit, as the sidewalks where giant drifts and snow still covered the … Continue reading In The Cold & Misty Moonless Night
The Straw That Broke The Camels Back
Well Mom, I saw this headline earlier this morning and I found it very inspiring for some reason, Michelle Obama Gives Zero F*cks About What the Saudis Wanted Her To Wear Gives Zero F*cks – YES…I like it, and so I’ve decided that’s my new mantra; only in terms of my current employer of course, since my problem is that I often care TOO much. … Continue reading The Straw That Broke The Camels Back
The Mystery Man and The Memories
So I’ve been wracking my noggin Mom all this week, trying to decipher who the mystery.texter is. I’ve asked various questions, not all of which have been answered, but from what have, piece by piece, I have whittled down the possibilities. I don’t know many people, so there is a limited crew of those who had the means to contact me. I earlier in the … Continue reading The Mystery Man and The Memories
What I Really Want
It’s daft of me, ya know, to even pretend I like my job. I won’t say I hate it…least not usually, I’m far far away from lovin’ it though. As I’ve perused the various employment emails flowing in, as I wade through the various keyword search subscriptions I’ve made, it all becomes this blur of sameness, with different job titles. ALL, every single one, means … Continue reading What I Really Want
A Fleck In the Plaid
I’m a creature you know, who craves a focus. That has always been my downfall I think. Without that sense of focus, I’m adrift at sea. I’ve struggled to find that ebb and flow within myself, and so I guess you could say my ineptness has staggered me wildly off course. So when a couple days ago this random text came through my little android … Continue reading A Fleck In the Plaid
Sloshing Thru The Snow
Was out and about yesterday Mom walking the blond bombshell, and so I decide its high time I made my way back to Soho – or so they call the area now around the Old Vic – short for South Of Huron. Its all posh now, least in spirit. My objective was not to admire the bespoke chicness evolving, but rather to revisit the spot … Continue reading Sloshing Thru The Snow
Why I Talk To The Dead
I recall the exact moment I knew Tim was ready to leave. I was ensconced in my acquired cubby-hole, that space I had carved out for my self after his death. I was listening to music and these series of songs played, one by one, and then and there I knew he was saying goodbye to me. I had been hitting random and had asked … Continue reading Why I Talk To The Dead
Becoming A Meadow
You know Mom, I realized today as I was cresting the hill at Euston Meadow, that I had not been there in the winter since maybe 1998, and it is breathtaking. It is a REAL meadow. With dead stalks of wildflowers, grasses and native trees. Sumac and Maples, Cedars, Spruce, graceful Willows and such ring the periphery of the one end. Given the time of … Continue reading Becoming A Meadow
Where Serenity Lies
“Be calm. God awaits you at the door.” Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera … for more Serenity | The Weekly Photo Challenge SUBJECT: Woodland Cemetery, London, Ontario Canada EQUIPMENT & TOOLS: Canon ELPH135, edited with Google Picasa & Pixlr by Autodesk FEATURED EFFECTS: Toy Camera Effect Setting(blackened edges), Logan from Pixlr (old fashion B&W) Continue reading Where Serenity Lies
Cuddling Up With Myself
Curiosity got the better of me, and I admit I did pop in for a peek into that dating site I joined. Certainly there are attractive men who’ve shown interest, yet meh. I’m not sure yet I am a dating site kinda gal. I have learned some lessons the last few months Mom though, one of them being that dating sites are like standing in … Continue reading Cuddling Up With Myself
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