Wednesday, August 14, 2013
In September we are going (Miguel and I) to Peru, to visit Machu Picchu. We were told to be careful of altitude sickness, but when I looked it up, the top of the Lake Louise ski hill is higher than Machu Picchu so I'm hoping we will be ok...
Miguel is going to cook for a hunting camp next week. Originally the plan was that I would go too, but in the way of things here, plans changed and there isn't room on the plane for me. So I guess it's more working for me. I'm sad, because I was really looking forward to it, but there will be other opportunities to get out on the land, I'm sure, and we're fixing up our new cabin...
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Miguel has gone off to Edmonton today, I won't see him again for 37 days... but we've both got adventures to go on, he's going to Europe with the high school kids (shudder) and I'm going to England.
It's getting warmer, here, finally. I'm looking forward to getting back and doing some more kite-skiing when my feet don't freeze off. I managed this week to fall while kiting and get back up again without downing the kite, taking off my skis, and clambering to my feet - I just used the pull of the kite to right myself, which is what you're supposed to do.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Making banana bread this afternoon. Someone (maybe me?) froze some brown bananas and they are happily cooking into a loaf. House smells good.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Justin Timberlake is on SNL tonight, but I had actually forgotten that fact, because I was looking forward to Miguel coming home from Igloolik.
Court week is over. That's the thing about court week. Although so much of my workload is geared towards having things done for court, when it comes it just goes the way it goes and a bunch of stuff gets either withdrawn or adjourned and suddenly there is no point in some of the work I've done - transcripts for a matter that goes nowhere because witnesses don't show, and then it's over.
Rachel and I were talking about parenting, today. She told me that we never grounded her. Which is funny, I guess, it never occurred to me.
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Guarded last night. Nobody wants to do it right now. But it means I can't get on the internet and I get more schoolwork done that way. I'm just editing, both papers due at the end of March are written, and I'm editing them and adding bits. Slow going. My supervisor for my dissertation had an aneurysm, poor thing. The lady they gave me in her place in the interim is very sweet but doesn't know anything about my topic. (Interviewer skill and training in victim and witness statements....)
But I'm tired today. Thinking about cigarettes. Not having any.
Monday, March 04, 2013
Watched the movie "We Bought A Zoo" last night, as I think I drank a cup of caffeinated coffee at 7pm. Dumb, really. Well, the movie was fun but the caffeine not so much. Miguel didn't like my idea the other day that I was going to quit my job and start a hamster farm. He says no rodents. So tigers and such would be better, I'm guessing. But the movie has an interesting piece of advice.
The father in the movie tells his children that in order to go and say something potentially embarrassing to a girl, all you need is 20 seconds of courage. Which will launch you, apparently, into the middle of the situation, which will then play itself out.
I've always found, however, that this strategy works better in person, where the embarassee can see me grinning maniacally while I tell him or her the potentially embarrassing whatever. Looking for jobs has a similar 20 second thing. Or showing up for a dreaded appointment. Generally, when all is said and done, it turns out the doctor/teacher/future employer already has an agenda and all I need to do is sit there and nod.
Someone called me at work on Friday, and when I answered, the caller gave an address and asked to be picked up. I said, "Excuse me?" Caller replied, a little annoyed, "I want a taxi at XX Arctic-Animal Street." I said, "You've called the police." "Oh, sorry, don't come pick me up..."
Sunday, March 03, 2013
Went to San Francisco, last month, which was totally amazing. I seemed to have suddenly discovered how to re-engage with my own life. No explanations have presented themselves and been convincing, but, suddenly after a couple of years of miserableness I'm happy and involved and reading books again and watching whole movies and being my SELF. I want to draw pictures and hang out with Miguel and I'm learning to kite-ski which is tremendous fun. Like flying. Except for the crashing part. Oh, and the bit where I can only manage one direction and have to walk back across the bay after the triumphant sail towards the Loran tower.
Anyway. San Francisco. Crazy place full of crazy people. All the street people have a gimmick, they want to tell you jokes or startle you or play an instrument for you and you're meant to give them money. What mostly happened though is that we gave them cigarettes. We were smoking in the street outside the hotel and the coffee shop down the way and Miguel made some 'friends' who would come by and ask for smokes. We shared with them.
Alcatraz also was cool - high windows and tiny cells and a panoramic view of the mainland like they're tormenting the inhabitants. Look at all this wonderful city. You can't have it.
Friday, October 28, 2011
I was looking online the other day, to answer a question of Ian's. Someone told him that he could claim British citizenship based on my birthplace, and that turned out to be true. He would love to go and live in England. I think he'd enjoy it. The interesting thing that I didn't know, though, is that his children will also be able to claim a 5 year residency in England if they choose, because I'll be their grandmother and you can claim that if one of your grandparents was born in England...
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Tina and Martha made a very tasty supper, pasta with what they thought was ground beef but turned out to be ground turkey. We gave the leftovers to various folk. Which was kind of satisfying in itself. The visiting foot guy has bound my big gross blister that developed on the pad of my left foot - after popping it and filling the holes with iodine. Yick. But it feels much better tonight (I stopped and took my boots off after lunch today because I was convinced that one of the bones in my foot was poking through my sole) and I think I'll be able to walk on it tomorrow. I know, eh? Again with the feet.
But really. Does God want all of this? The pilgrimages, the cathedrals, the gold and jewels? How does he let us know what he wants? Telegrams?
I feel as if I have been walking my whole life. As if someone said, "Walk!" and I set off, but not knowing why. The days, although I feel them so strongly as they happen, are beginning to run into each other, bleed into one big puddle of Camino-ish-ness. Walk, rest, walk, rest, walk, eat, walk, walk, shower, eat, look around, eat, sleep, get up, walk again. What day did the apple come through town? What day did I buy the ugliest plastic shoes in the world? What day did I eat the immense croissant?
I forgot to tell the apple story. We were in Cirauqui, which is a town on the side of a very steep hill. We stopped at a little grocery store because Tina wanted fruit. I had a sore tummy and didn't want food, so I was sitting on the wall outside the shop. Tina and Jessica went in and looked around, and came out with something, I forget what, but Tina was saying, "I can't believe they didn't have any apples." Just after she said it, and I'm not even kidding, something came bouncing towards us, it had come down the steep street behind us and was going quite fast and bouncing pretty high, it went past us and I said to Tina, "There's your apple" and we all started to laugh.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Friday, April 08, 2011
Maybe this is part of what I need to be learning. That I can continue to grow. We are in Puente La Reina. I have showered and washed my socks. My body is clean and my mind floating. This afternoon after we arrived at the albergue I went back to the town (we walked up a hill on the far side of town to get here, which was a bit of a fractious walk) to fetch blister cream for Jessica. One of the other walkers recommended something, and I went to find a pharmacy to purchase some for her. She has blisters. And they're hurting her.
I also went up to see the ruined castle, up top of the town. When I climbed all the way up there, it was kinda just a pile of rocks. NOT the noble edifice I had in mind... So much of life is like that, it seems.
When we were in the Toronto airport, we were traversing the international terminal to approach our gate for Munich. A little Asian lady was the gatekeeper of the far recesses of the wing we needed. As we walked up, she was scolding some passengers who were late for their flight to Lima. She bundled them into one of those beeping golf cart vehicles and they were whisked away. We were wondering if we were going to get yelled at. I'd already had a full body scan in the nice new machine and an intimate cuddle with a lady wearing blue latex gloves. We got to the gatekeeper, and she looked at our boarding passes. She said, "Go that way. Don't follow people." We were giggling, and commented that it might be good advice in general, for life, and there have been a few times since, when we've been trying to find something, and been tempted to just go along with the herd of other back-pack toting pilgrims, and one or other of us has said, "Don't follow people."
I have the guidebook. I keep it in my little bag, so it's always at hand. Tina says the guidebook lies. It tells us kilometres, and we don't believe it. We walk and walk, and then we come to a landmark, I look in the book, and the map says we've walked half a kilometre. Today there was a long stretch without shade, through farmland and vineyards, and I have a couple of little blisters. My feet are swollen.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
I am a pelegrino - a pilgrim. We are walking. For the last year or so, people have been asking me what I was going to do this spring, since I went to Everest last spring. And I've been saying, "I'm going to walk across Spain." And now I'm doing it. We are obviously pilgrims. We've got the backpacks, and I've got a crest that says "Canadian Company of Pilgrims". As people pass us, locals and non-Camino tourists, they say, "Buen Camino."