I don’t get out much, a year of long-Covid kind of did in my love of crowded places. My wife pushes me to get out more, if only to help her with groceries or a trip to Decathlon (my favourite store in the city – I am still looking for
Life
Thoughts from what I have seen on this road I walk.
Macramania
In my high-pressure world (50% psychologist and 50% air-traffic-controller) it is kind of nice to have a ‘mindless’ activity to keep your hands occupied and your brain from melting down. Way back I tried my hand at macrame and found it quite satisfying as far as ‘brain breaks’ go. Just
Being Knotty
Growing up on an island meant lots of goodies on the shore to beachcomb. Amongst the fishing floats, old shoes and occasional deck chair there would be lots of bits of rope. Rope from tug towlines, 3 or 4 inches in diameter, yellow nylon for fishing bouys and smaller lengths
The Moments We Need
Who knew that a carrot could leave a perfectly circular hole in the kitchen window? At that moment the world stopped as three people stood and stared out the window into the night. And then it was gone, into the folklore that was and is my family. My Father replaced
The Smell of Rain
The sticky days of Summer are upon us – soggy daytime highs in the low 30’s, where leaving the front door is like walking into a carwash. This week has been especially bad, living in a red brick house the temperature has not dropped below 28 in the house. Even
Canada Day 2024
Even though I live in the national capital I tend to avoid all the hoopla downtown, simply to avoid the 400k visitors that squeeze in with the million residents here for 8 blocks of sweat, noise and flag waving. This year even the evening program at LeBreton Flats is sort