Three years & gratitude

I don’t do things halfway. Not the important ones. If I decide to do something that has meaning to me, I give to it whatever I can and whatever it needs of me. This is often a great asset (and occasionally a tremendous liability – I’ve ended up with some tremendous successes and some pretty…

Confidence begets patience (a meandering stream of consciousness for a sunny Friday)

Look through the curve. When you ride a bike, you encounter curves all the time. You steer through those by looking ahead to where you want to go. Your bike and body will do what it takes to negotiate the curve if you give it direction. If you stare at the wheel, you’ll go off-course. Stare at the handlebars and you may lose the ability to adjust to bumps that crop up in front of you. Never lose sight of the end of the curve.

Base Camp

In our tiny front porch, most days, there are squat shoes, deadlift shoes, knee sleeves, belts, climbing shoes, a bag of climbing gear, a flute, dog leashes, easily half a dozen pair of running shoes, hiking staves, hiking boots, a camp stove, a cooling casserole (kept safe from the cats and dog) and other oddments…

Twenty-one and twenty

Twenty-one years ago this month, in 1992, I hopped into the car of a friend to go to a university club Christmas party. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t drink at all and these parties usually became a raucous celebration of the end of classes culminating in unpredictable levels of inebriation and that just…

New Bonaventure

  We had an action-packed Labour Day weekend jammed full of discovery, but I thought I’d start you off with one picture taken near where we camped. We stayed in New Bonaventure, specifically in George’s Cove, just down the hill (to the right) of the church in this photo. A friend gave us the go-ahead…

A traveller

Yesterday, a box appeared in our mail. It was from Kelowna, British Columbia (Canada). It was very lightweight. It said, “Open Me!” When a package squeaks, I find it best to oblige. So we slit the seems on the top, laid it on the grass and watched. A small, red and gold dragon emerged slowly….

On mumbling and monkeys: a challenge

There are friends that you happen upon in this marvellous Journey of Life whose initial impact belies their long-term significance. Friends who slip in through an open door, stay for tea, drift out again and then return from time to time, for another visit, to chat or simply to check in with a “hi, how…

Sushi success!

Since my return from Vancouver, I have really missed sushi. You can buy sushi of decent quality here in St. John’s at three places (all on Duckworth St.), I have discovered; Basho (quite expensive, but a true dining experience, Asian Taste (quite good and not incredibly expensive) and Sun Sushi (variable quality and more expensive…

Left turn without signalling

This post is not about fibre, art or really anything in particular. Pull the wheel hard to the left (so you don’t go off the tracks) and read on… John and I had two days without Katherine this weekend, which were marred only by John’s massively infected feet (which will hopefully be on the mend…

Bits and bytes

The past few days have been jam-packed. I hardly know where to start! So, in no particular order…. On Saturday we meandered out to Linda Lewis’ place in Chapel Cove to visit the sheep and pick up a spinning wheel part. I ordered a jumbo flyer for my wheel because having to stop part-way through…

Dundonian Shortbreads

Recipe courtesy of David Dempster A good friend gave us this recipe, which I have made far too frequently as of late, much to the delight of the folks at John’s office (hi guys!). As requested, here’s how to make Dundonian shortbreads (Dundonian = someone from Dundee, Scotland, in case you were perplexed). Prep. and…

Postal surprise

Sometimes I wonder how it is that I came to have such good friends. That the generosity and kindness of other people in the world should be directed at me in any way is a source of wonder to me. Natasha (who I keep alternately and confusingly referring to as Natasha and Sarai, her on-line…