“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…
Category: Marriage
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…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 