Some Days: Creative juices fizzled by fate

Yesterday John got walloped from behind by a Ford Ranger. When you're driving a Tercel (think small), getting hit by such an animal is a bit of a jolt to the system. John was feeling okay yesterday, but is now becoming progressively more sore. Our car couldn't get much sorer: To make matter even more…

Spring, sprung, sprang, sproing!

According to the sun, it’s spring. There’s a CBC story all about the vernal equinox, how this has been an unusually warm winter and, most depressingly, how most people won’t notice the arrival of spring in Canada because nothing has really changed weather-wise. Very enthusiastic and positive people, climatologists. I, however, have found proof positive…

Because we’re Canadian, eh?

Friday evening was a usual Friday; that undefinable combination of exhaustion, relief, relaxation, dread of the weekend errands and frustration that the weekend seems already to have been gobbled up by a dozen events or occurrences. I was wandering the web in search of entertainment and found the National Mitten Registry. You read me right….

Election Eve comment

Just before we fell asleep, the following conversation transpired: Me: You going to stay up for the election results? John: When do they start? Me: 10 EST, so 11:30 here. John: Nope. Me staying up won’t changed anything, anyway. Me: True, and the full results will be there in the morning. John: Yeah, it’ll be…

Pick-me-up, of sorts

Much thanks to the Guardian for publishing that today is the most depressing day of the year. Thanks also to Nancy Burden for dredging up the link – it was exactly what I needed today, and I say that completely without sarcasm. In a rather warped way it feels better on this cold, blustery, wintery day…