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Charles Dickens, in his novel A Tale of Two Cities, starts with a now famous quote: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” 2014 was that kind of year. January Sadness In late January it … Continue reading →

I finally finished my second christmas knitting project for the handsome Aussie. I am sending him a slightly longer than 6 feet, wool scarf. To a guy who is in the middle of summer. I don’t think I planned this … Continue reading →

And some mornings you wake up, and you realize that you are going to spend your day solving problems. Here’s the list: 1. My head phones have stopped working. Well, they have sort of stopped working. They aren’t dead, but … Continue reading →

I had a discussion with the Handsome Aussie a few nights ago about how I didn’t mind being 35, at least most of the time. It’s not that I don’t have moments of self doubt, I do. I’m human. Some time … Continue reading →

On Saturday, in the middle of the night, I sent a facebook message to someone. I was asleep when I did it. For the record, it made no sense whatsoever. I crashed hard on Saturday. The only reason I did … Continue reading →

And then I walked in to the Vancouver office and I walked past my boss’ office, and it was empty. And it hurt a bit.  

I seem to tell people with a cup of coffee in my hand. It’s not my intent, but I guess it is a thing to hold on to. There isn’t much these days. I phone people, I try and get … Continue reading →

I was have a conversation about movies last night (well, I was sitting quietly in the corner while other people had a conversation about movies) and they were talking about “shaky cam” and “lens flare” and I was astonished at … Continue reading →

The Whisky Festival was absolutely great. I had a total West Wing nerd moment when I had a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue. Tried lots of other good scotch and a few new bourbon’s as well. Spent yesterday bumming around … Continue reading →

Vancouver seems to be my city to write long and somewhat angsty blogs and then realize that I am telling someone else’s story and retreat to laying on the bed watching the lights of downtown twinkle. I really want to … Continue reading →