Monday, March 17, 2008
27 x 365 the easter bunny
Of all the fictitious holiday characters you are far and away my favourite. Why? Chocolate, flowers and spring, and oh so soft. Need I say more?
Monday, March 10, 2008
I haven't been busy so much as not paying attention
With the following:
- skiing (learning)
- losing things etc. (gloves, glasses, bus pass, locking keys in (running) car)
- weird highschool reconnects (courtesy of Face Book)
- Hawksley Workman
- and really this weather wastes an awful lot of my time
- daydreaming
- cleaning my house
26 x 365 Robb
This will be the longest 365 days ever. It may be the year that never ends. Anyhow, we started (barely) and stopped. Pitched and stalled. And now are what? I am not sure at all, but you are perfect on paper (and online) and possibly the nicest (living) guy I have ever met.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
where does it all go?
This is what has been keeping me from myself and everything lately:
I am not sure if I have made a mistake. And I am not sure if that's ok, because part of the beauty of being here is nothing ever has to be the final thing. And the fact that I can even draw a Bridges of Madison county comparison to my life makes me cringe (but for the record I only saw the movie). And now that other woman and my children.
If it was Saturday night there is no doubt I would be out having cocktails and dancing away the loneliness.
Something to remember at a time like this, when the night is closing in and strangling my heart, that yesterday at the outdoor skating rink the afternoon was nothing but laughing children, lovely cold cheeks, the scrape of blades on the ice, the slap of the puck, the promise of hot chocolate, the lowering of the sun and the slight sparkle on the snow (more subdued than the enormous glitter of the summer sun on the lake, but sometimes we need to look more closely to see the beauty that is still so plainly there) and the people I have always known.
- Martha Wainwright
- work
- the noise in my head and the enemy that is my lack of imagination and my over driving restlessness
- making endless plans
- eating cake
I am not sure if I have made a mistake. And I am not sure if that's ok, because part of the beauty of being here is nothing ever has to be the final thing. And the fact that I can even draw a Bridges of Madison county comparison to my life makes me cringe (but for the record I only saw the movie). And now that other woman and my children.
If it was Saturday night there is no doubt I would be out having cocktails and dancing away the loneliness.
Something to remember at a time like this, when the night is closing in and strangling my heart, that yesterday at the outdoor skating rink the afternoon was nothing but laughing children, lovely cold cheeks, the scrape of blades on the ice, the slap of the puck, the promise of hot chocolate, the lowering of the sun and the slight sparkle on the snow (more subdued than the enormous glitter of the summer sun on the lake, but sometimes we need to look more closely to see the beauty that is still so plainly there) and the people I have always known.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
2008
You have arrived. Here are a few things I have read today, the first day of you:
And apparently the mustache is back. Who let this happen?
- "... the essence of friendship is that you always let the other person off the hook." ( L Cohen) I believe this to be true.
- "Sometimes when we think we are keeping a secret that secret is actually keeping us." (F Warren) This must be true as well.
- "Mind the gap." This one just kept playing in my mind for obvious reasons.
And apparently the mustache is back. Who let this happen?
Friday, December 28, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
25 x 365 Feist
Your music rocked my 2007. I love your Bee Gee's cover. I cried to I'm sorry because it was how I felt once driving up a north-bound highway in Quebec, and then I left my laptop in a parking lot. We dance to 1-2-3-4 in my house - all of us, but especially my daughter. You do a wicked version of Secret Heart. And now we are Facebook Friends.
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