Turning 15 Years Old
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
Every fall, Pacific salmon go up the Fraser River and then the Thompson River to reach the BC Interior. Adams River is one of the furthest points they run to, off of Shuswap Lake.
Reflections on turning 39.
My daughter’s mother has a phrase she uses with my daughter all the time when things aren’t going right: it’s no big deal.
A wonderful and delightful short sermon about the importance of looking after your garden – your mind – in order to find peace and build a connection to God, written by John Cleese.
Death has a funny way of bringing people together. Memories of a service that was held for my grandmother, Barbara Stange.
50,000 over 30 days, just over 1,600 words a day on average.
Took the day off to recharge and now feel better than ever after spending 8 hours outside of the house, none of it related to work or errands.
Now begins the worst part of the trip home: the dreaded early morning departure.
Leave a beautiful day (+12C) in Kelowna, spend six hours in airports and planes, then step off at my destination. Step outside to see pockets of snow and my breath in the air. Welcome back to Regina.
It’s that time of year when I want to complain about it pouring rain here in Kelowna, but then I look at other parts of Canada and think, “At least it’s not snow.”
Some day, my ex is going to live up to the promises she tells my daughter. The constant disappointment on my daughter’s face is getting to me.
My daughter is absolutely AMPED-UP for our trip to Regina next weekend. She’s been talking about it for weeks already.
My maternal grandmother, Barbara Stange, passed away recently.
Woke up to a wonderful email from someone correcting me of an error. Instead of two lines, I get 500+ words and accusations that I’m working against them rather than for them. Great way to start the day.
There is something always so magical about the first few conversations you have with someone new. Hoping these conversations last a long time.