I’ve been thinking. I’ve even been overthinking. Sometimes, the thinking is good. Sometimes I enjoy my thoughts and the conclusions I come to. Especially when I’m solving the problems of the world. I can totally get it done. Does anyone know who I should call? I wish I could think professionally. I could work at home, and I have decades of experience to draw from. … Continue reading I’ve been thinking.
Long ago, in a galaxy that is this one, my employer decided that the annual holiday party should be a dinner and carolling cruise around the Vancouver harbour. Open bar. Dinner cruising is a popular local pastime – yachts of various sizes run them year-round featuring this theme or that one. They host them for the annual summer fireworks festival as well, though if you … Continue reading When you can’t get out.
“You have such a green thumb.” It’s a comment I hear often, most recently from my neighbour. I dropped off a little basket of tomatoes – I grew the cherry ones and they ripen faster than any one family can consume, though I’m giving it my all. She was commenting on not just the tomatoes, but on the dahlias, chrysanthemums, petunias, salvia, pansies, potatoes, pumpkins, … Continue reading When you have a green thumb.
If I use the phrase, “my first book,” it might perhaps push me to work on the autobiography that sits unopened and glaring at me from the corner of my desktop. It’s been some time since I dusted it off, and while I think I probably should, that’s not going to happen today. I’m avoidant. I’m reeling a bit from an interaction with my daughter, … Continue reading My first book, revisted.
From Famine to Feast. 