Category Archives: Flying with Warthog Air

Always Worse

Most mornings I roll over in bed, turn off my alarm, grab my phone, text Mr. Spit, check for email, check facebook, say good morning to the Handsome Aussie and then look at my calendar. Now, you might suggest that … Continue reading

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In Case you Were Wondering

The kids sometimes talk about getting “big people jobs” when they are out of university. I think they look upon the sorts of things that I do as important and fascinating and endlessly interesting and fulfilling. I think I have … Continue reading

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Metallic Taste (Part 1)

My memory is visceral, based upon smell and taste and sound. The smell of my mother’s perfume still leaves me a bit off kilter, if not slightly uneasy. Wood smoke takes me hiking in high school. Hotel California on the … Continue reading

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La Vacance

I’m learning. This is not just a thing I’m saying, I am learning. On Monday, after I met with my new Boss for a quick planning meeting, she suggested that I take today off and recover from a few tough … Continue reading

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And Then

I woke up happy and settled yesterday morning. I don’t know how to explain it. I started my morning talking to the handsome Australian and maybe it’s because he was telling me about the antics of his students and I … Continue reading

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Holding On

By the skin of my teeth. Barely. By dint of sleeping about 5 hours a night.

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My Own Medicine

My boss quit last week. Now, I knew it was coming and I had some time to prepare, but on Saturday morning I woke up thinking that I had to email Chris and I realized that no. No, I wasn’t … Continue reading

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