so lonesome i could cry
Well, almost. The wind is up, the rain is fiercely down, the ferries aren’t running and so Nola is stuck in Vancouver for another night. And me with a case of beer and thawed chicken breasts ready to construct revelry and supper. Here’s hoping the power comes back on, at the least. Otherwise I will [...]
another christmas
We have made cookies by the pound. Found a nice little tree and hung shiny baubles on it, that glitter in the flashing coloured lights. Wrapped stuff for each other in pretty papers, and for far others in more servicable cardboard. And walked and walked and walked. And every evening stopped by our out-of-town friends’ [...]
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awkward moment
You know how when you’re in the shower and you look over at the towel you use to keep water out of your eyes and there’s blood on it and you can’t decide if it’s your eyes bleeding or your nose or what, and then you know it’s your nose, cos wow, and you think, [...]
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making do
Had excitement with our futon night before last. I'd eaten a treat Nola brought home from Vancouver Just For Me; homemade tart things, except made in a pan and with a thin layer of brownie, so not really tarts… Just two little squares and was I sick? They'd been made with egg, and I forgot [...]
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