So the Shortest Day came and the year died ( Read more... )

totally surreal moment:
reading someone's CanLit essay using one of my(!) poems and one from susan musgrave.
do you have any idea how many CanLit essays i've written??

notes to self ( Read more... )

for a day that started off with me feeling so crappy i had to cancel plans to go to the cottage to shovel the deck and roof so they don't cave in, it turned out pretty well. i stayed in my pj's all day and on the couch but i am feeling better (yay!) and i managed to watch three movies: bridget jones, little women and the mummy ( Read more... )

glorious, glorious. the walk up to the mailbox in summer is a 10 minute easy jaut, in 2 feet of snow and ice it's a workout. loved every minute of it, the snow, the wind (only a little), the trees. the geese flying overhead making mournful *when did it get so damn cold?* sounds. you may now picture me bundle in parka, mittens, scarf and hoods...and ( Read more... )

went from what was going to be a busy-busy day...to an empty day! so empty i was bored bored bored this afternoon. like a lot. a lot a lot. have a feeling tomorrow's plans will be cancelled as well, if we get this big weather like we're supposed to. we stocked up on hot chocolate and novels ( Read more... )

the weather she is cold and windy and snowy. perfect for writing, not so much for the driving as i discovered, going 40km all the way home ( Read more... )

brutal driving today, i've never seen snow squalls like that. i had my high beams on and literally could only see about a foot in front of the jeep. even the animals were lost in it, as i discovered when there was a black big-rat-like animal suddenly right in front of my wheel. scary. and then i slid right passed our driveway ( Read more... )

It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
-Mary Oliver

still beautiful out there and i have a good book to read now even though i nearly slid into our ditch on the way home. at least i managed to slide alongside and not right in ( Read more... )