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…

Seasons

It’s fully autumn now. We walked the trails again this evening and you could smell the dampness of the leaves and that earthy scent of decay as the summer finishes easing its way into the past, making way for the full splendour of fall. “It smells like Odell Park did, in Fredericton,” I said to…

The art of picking things up has two parts

I wasn’t sure whether to write this or not, but ultimately decided to because this is a part of my journey and this blog is my travelogue, for better or worse. And if it helps someone else, so much the better. I’ve gotten better at picking things up over the past year. I’ve practiced and…

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…

Balancing a web

  The analogy of life as a web is possibly overused, but always apt. I took this shot (among others) at Dildo Run Provincial Park during a recent vacation on one of those perfectly quiet and misty mornings; the sort of morning that comes complete with second cups of coffee and quiet walks in the…

Balance

I’m always struggled with balance. Trying to fit exercise, work, family, marriage, friends, motherhood, housework, dogs, volunteer responsibilities, garden, and hobbies (to list but a few) into a twenty-four hour day feels more like a labour of Hercules than a task for an ordinary mortal, most days. (Of course, I’m guessing that Hercules also didn’t…

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…

Quote from Katherine

Katherine, who understands about as much as she wants to of the ways of birds and bees, uttered the following just now, “A long time ago, Heather was very, very married and then Jean and Eleanor were both born.” Thankfully, Heather is just as very married now, although without more of Katherine’s suggested consequences.

The amazing insomniac lawyer gives up sleeping for Lent

Actually, since last Lent. We’re well beyond 40 days now. For the past year or so, John has only slept in three-hour spates.  Sometimes he sits bolt upright in a panic, fearing being late for work or forgetting something. Sometimes he wakes up and raises himself slowly to loom over me so that he could…

Marital Advisory Notice

When a bank that is directly across the hall from your office is the victim of an armed robbery while you are in said office, it’s good politics to let your wife know about it (and that you’re perfectly fine) first-hand and not to let her find out from the local news. Even if you…