Jordan the wonder-horse did a perfect 180 today - too bad it was on the road and it was because he was freaking out over five deer who bounded across the road a little ways in front of us!

For his trouble we turned right back around and walked slowly in the direction from which the deer came. For good measure we stopped frequently and stood very ( Read more... )

I would be a horse breaker / trainer. Working with horses has got to be better that putting up with humans all day long!

Happy Birthday ruralrob 

( one word meme )

Thanks to my well-placed horse shoes, I made it to the 6:55 a.m. train to Cobourg this morning. I had been scared to death for most of the week that I wouldn’t get up in time to get to Union Station, but I did - just! I only got three hours sleep because of my fear of not getting up (hearing the alarm is no problem, it’s the getting out of bed that ( Read more... )

I have a 15-minute presentation on User Centred Design (UCD) to give tomorrow to my fellow tech. writers at the office. I've had a month to put it together, but true to nature, I am sitting here - the night before it's due - trying to pull it togther. Since getting home this evening, I spend 1.5 hours playing Scramble on Facebook, and have just ( Read more... )

I've been away from blogging for so long, I don't know where to begin. I suppose I'll start where I left off: the new job.

I am nearing the three-month mark, and not only have I survived, I've thrived. Had an unofficial year-end performance review on Friday and both my old and new managers(yes, I'm on my second manager in less than three months) ( Read more... )

The Most of It

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever ( Read more... )

 I am a great admirer of Leonard Cohen's talent as a poet. In fact, I could post poems of his for all 30 days of National Poetry Month. But I won't.

Poem

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumours on our lips
it is because I ( Read more... )

I encountered the poetry of Ronna Bloom a few years ago at The Scream in High Park. Although I don't remember which poems she recited there, "Hold" is from the collection she was reading from that year.

Hold

The things I cannot hold go into a small black box
are flattened in a book
for others to open.

The dead are on the phone between me and
you is a ( Read more... )