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Patrick fixed the ‘critical error.’ I’ve absolutely no idea why the annoying glitch happened or how he fixed it. That’s what having a tech-savvy 24-year-old in your life can do. Grateful! Onward. There are days
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Patrick fixed the ‘critical error.’ I’ve absolutely no idea why the annoying glitch happened or how he fixed it. That’s what having a tech-savvy 24-year-old in your life can do. Grateful! Onward. There are days
FYI, people have been writing me, and yes, my site has been closed down for two days with “critical error” splashed across it. I’ve made many critical errors in my life, so that sight was

Yesterday morning I turned my furnace on. That’s really early, but it was COLD – nine or ten degrees. I know, I’m a wimp. So sue me. The afternoons are warm but the mornings are

Thursday Sept. 10. I’ve said this before, but … what a long strange trip it’s been. And I mean trip literally this time. Yes, clever wordplay about my fall down the stairs and fractured foot.

The good news: I survived nearly five hours in Emergency last Friday and emerged with a diagnosis – a fractured heel – a giant boot and crutches. Hooray. But yes, I’m a rather grumpy camper.

So — shit happens. It’s been a busy time, much work in the garden and preparing for the arrival of my dear friends Lynn and Denis from France via Montreal. Luckily I made Friday’s dinner

Home again home again jiggity jig. Right now I am of course sitting in the swivel armchair in the kitchen where I spend much of my time. Sometimes it feels like my bum is glued

Well, I have to say, this takes the cake. More anon about my visit with Chris, but first … As I have undoubtedly written before, Canada’s pre-eminent scientist and environmentalist David Suzuki and my father

Not much to say except — still, so much pleasure. This island is truly magical. When we’re driving, I can’t get over that beside the road, where in the city are endless high-rise buildings, here

The Rockies without smoke. With smoke. Kits pool. The beach near Judy’s. The English Bay beach by Bruce’s. Tuna poke bowls at the Sylvia. Me as the sun goes down. Margaret and Alison. Chris and
I began keeping a journal at the age of nine. Nearly fifty years later, I started this online journal, sharing reflections, reviews, updates, and the occasional secret.