The Perfect Fit

“You can whack it all you like. It might eventually jam in there, but it’ll never really fit properly,” John opined wisely. We were attempting to coax a second-hand door onto the pre-existing frame of the greenhouse and he was right. It was a door designed for another purpose and while I could have made…

The slow spiral

September is gone and October is suddenly here. The days have gotten manifestly shorter and slightly cooler and I’ve been eyeing my winter running gear with a little suspicion and loathing, not looking forward to the day when donning and shucking the gear needed to run 5k takes longer than the run itself. Waking up…

Larger than Life

I wanted to take a photo of this statue, of Terry Fox, but struggled for a bit on finding a unique angle. Lots of folks have been to see it in recent weeks, since it was unveiled and getting an original take is a little tricky. In the end, I selected a fairly tame, yet…

Some mornings…

Some mornings you run because you feel guilty about what you ate yesterday or how your clothes fit this morning or because there’s a race coming up and you need to get the mileage in. Some mornings you run because you need to get away from something or because you’re counting calories. And some mornings…

Learning

It doesn’t happen all at once … You become. It takes a long time. – Margery Williams Patience does not come easily to me. I like to work in a flurry of activity and a flood of energy and then collapse into absolute lethargy after. I am not slow and steady by nature. One step…

On Self-pity and determination

I had planned to go on a long run this afternoon. When you have a child, you have to plan such things because if you do not, they will not happen. As the saying goes for diets, exercise and anything else that can be easily sublimated by the whims of others, failure to plan is…

Bell Island – a place for many adventures.

There is irony in a person who lives on an island going to still smaller islands in search of adventures. Fogo Island, Exploits Islands, and Bell Island have been among my insular destinations within Newfoundland. You can tack St. Pierre & Miquelon on to that tally if you wish, they being off the southern coast…

Lunch break

Some days are a whirlwind of activity. Finished up with a Craft Council meeting this morning and headed straight for the gym, got there, changed, realised that I had a) not eaten since breakfast, b) forgotten my towel, c) not had a chance to take a few pictures in the snow as I had planned…

An update

I’ve been working on the same piece since about 8:15 this morning with only a few short breaks and am about done in. After last night’s post, I flayed myself with details for a bit, then went and had a good night’s sleep. The morning dawned fresh and new and I decided to apply a…

Three dozen

Tomorrow I turn thirty-six, which surprises me more than it should. I really don’t think of myself that way and the reality of a year rolling over is rather a shock. I suppose no one really pictures themselves as a particular age (unless you’re just turning nineteen or whatever age is legal drinking/voting/getting killed for…

Working Uphill and Into the Wind

I was running uphill into the wind for a few kilometres yesterday* when this blog post started writing itself in my mind. This often happens to me when I run. Creative hares are startled out of their usual forms and my brain takes off on tangents previously unknown. I suspect that it’s partially disassociation; after…

Chugging along

Today is a mundane Monday, which is not a bad thing at all. It simply means that I more or less chug along merrily, working away at various projects, without chaos, interruptions or the recent, dreaded Snow Days. I’m currently planning a series of textile pieces for various shows and events as well as finishing…