I’m speaking to those of us who live in the Pacific Northwest and got our asses handed to us over the course of several long days, starting, of course, on a Monday, officially referred to as November 15, 2021. I wonder if that date will prove to be numerologically significant? If yes, I can only imagine it will translate to “sucks to be you.” That … Continue reading Where were you?
I like to look out the window at the neighbour’s lilac tree and watch the life therein. I positioned my desk well even if the “back to the door” of my chair occasionally gives me heebie-jeebies. Sometimes, life watches back: the squirrels and chickadees are infinitely curious about what’s going on behind the monitor and I swear the hummingbird wants to start something. … Continue reading Lilacs, birds, and pink-slips.
It occurred to me today as I sat down to write another crap journal entry (I’m not enamoured with journalling of late) that I had written almost nothing about the coronavirus. This struck me as rather odd and a bit navel-gazey. A journal doesn’t have to be all about me. Other things do happen in the world. The Covid19 outbreak will get plenty of historical … Continue reading Where do we go from here?
I’m sucking a little at this whole “save the planet thing”. It’s not that I’m not on-board team “we’re headed for destruction”. I’m fully willing to believe scientists and my own eyes. Record global temperatures keep happening, month after month, year after year. The needle is creeping upward and this is not a good thing, uninformed northern politicians’ bizarre rants on the coming days of … Continue reading But I like my plastic bottles…