Definitely starting to physically come around to my old self now. Last night I stayed up until after 2am reading. This morning I was awake at 7. When I naturally fall back to 5 hours sleep I know I'm feeling better.
So I finished reading the first of my Frye Festival purchases, Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O'Neill. I heard Heather read at the Soiree Frye last Thursday night and it seemed to me that maybe her book was a similar style to something I've been working on. It turns out, it's not really, but even still I don't regret the purchase.
This novel won the Canada Reads competition and got a lot of buzz. It's her first one. She's rather young (30-something) and an entertaining reader and speaker. I went to a round table panel discussion she participated in and she was very enjoyable.
An interesting thing I noticed about Heather's book was that she uses a lot of similes. I mean A LOT! I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a page without at least one, and most have several. Everything is like or as something else. For my taste there might have even been too many, but it does make for a very visually stimulating piece. I could do with a few more in my writing maybe. Or if not including them in the prose, to at least be thinking about what things might be like or as. I seem to have forgotten about metaphors and similes as tools in my toolbox. So this was a good reminder.
The book is worth a read, I mean obviously I stayed up half the night finishing it, so I must have been pulled along by the characters, but I was left wanting, I dunno, more somehow. The ending seemed a little rushed and all tied up in little bows, which isn't really my style, but overall, it's a good read, lots of nuggets for thought.
Have tons of things to accomplish today. Need to go out and do some shopping. Need to freaking clean up my apartment before company arrives later this afternoon. I'm such a slob this week!
Mood: manic
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: all my life, foo fighters
Hair: blonde, but not dumb
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Thursday, May 01, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Learning to Fly
Earlier this afternoon I happened to be in my room when housekeeping came, so we got to talking as she straightened out my mess and left me many bonus treats. I told her I was a journalist. And I was shocked how easily this response came from my lips. I haven't felt like a journalist since . . . well, it's been a really long time. I used to struggle in the early days of BnM to balance journalism and the positive outlook of the magazine. I mean it's a very biased approach to writing, to sort of put the blinders on and only write about the good stuff, and that, my friends, is NOT what journalism is all about. Yet, I agree with the concept of BnM wholeheartedly or I wouldn't be involved at all. Just yesterday I told a friend in Dieppe that I believed BnM was changing the collective consciousness of Miramichi, and I do! Our positivity, our willingness to seek out the good and showcase it for the general public, is making an impact. I honestly believe we are changing people's attitudes and having a positive influence and that this is the best thing that could happen for Miramichi. I am so honoured to be a part of it.
Yet, the only way I could give myself the freedom to fully embrace BnM was to abandon any thoughts I had about journalism. I needed to start thinking of myself in terms other than journalist or else I couldn't do it, because I was constantly running into the wall of "objectivity" . . . bnm is not objective, we are positive. It was a dilemma for a time, personally. So, eventually I made my peace with it by just stopping referring to myself or even thinking of myself as a journalist. I started to refer to myself exclusively as a writer or editor, and that gave me the freedom I needed in order to continue.
So, imagine my surprise this afternoon when the first words out of my mouth were that I was a journalist . . . a journalist from a Miramichi-based magazine called Bread 'n Molasses here to cover the Frye Festival . . . what the hell?! Can it be that I have had a breakthrough?! That I finally realize that in today's society no journalism is truly objective and therefore I deserve to be counted among the journalists just as much as anyone else?
Breakthrough in the Delta-Beausejour.
The thing is, I actually feel like a journalist being here, writing about these events. And I know I'm doing no worse job than CNN at objectivity, and maybe better, yet all those crazy news anchors call themselves journalists . . . so, why not me too?
Mood: nearly hungry
Drinking: nothing, have coffee and red wine ordered for dinner
Listening To: anarchy in the uk, sex pistols
Hair: maybe a little too blonde to be walking by that crack house later this evening
Yet, the only way I could give myself the freedom to fully embrace BnM was to abandon any thoughts I had about journalism. I needed to start thinking of myself in terms other than journalist or else I couldn't do it, because I was constantly running into the wall of "objectivity" . . . bnm is not objective, we are positive. It was a dilemma for a time, personally. So, eventually I made my peace with it by just stopping referring to myself or even thinking of myself as a journalist. I started to refer to myself exclusively as a writer or editor, and that gave me the freedom I needed in order to continue.
So, imagine my surprise this afternoon when the first words out of my mouth were that I was a journalist . . . a journalist from a Miramichi-based magazine called Bread 'n Molasses here to cover the Frye Festival . . . what the hell?! Can it be that I have had a breakthrough?! That I finally realize that in today's society no journalism is truly objective and therefore I deserve to be counted among the journalists just as much as anyone else?
Breakthrough in the Delta-Beausejour.
The thing is, I actually feel like a journalist being here, writing about these events. And I know I'm doing no worse job than CNN at objectivity, and maybe better, yet all those crazy news anchors call themselves journalists . . . so, why not me too?
Mood: nearly hungry
Drinking: nothing, have coffee and red wine ordered for dinner
Listening To: anarchy in the uk, sex pistols
Hair: maybe a little too blonde to be walking by that crack house later this evening
Thursday, April 24, 2008
On the Road Again
Ok, so I'm off and God willing I'll somehow get online in Moncton and be able to tell you all about my exploits and adventures. I am armed with a laptop . . . which I have some doubts about . . . but no time to think about it now, I'll try to find some tech support when I get there. If you don't hear from me anymore, you will know I failed desperately :-(
Highlights of today are the WFNB Readings at 1:30pm in which I will finally meet fellow Miramichier Ray Fraser after all these years, Russell Banks at the Soiree Frye this evening at the Capitol Theatre, and perhaps if I'm not beat a little Night Howl at Mexicali Rosa's to top things off . . .
Mood: my ovaries are in an uproar . . . literally
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: should i stay or should i go, the clash
Hair: in my eyes, perhaps i should trim my bangs with the razor before i leave
Highlights of today are the WFNB Readings at 1:30pm in which I will finally meet fellow Miramichier Ray Fraser after all these years, Russell Banks at the Soiree Frye this evening at the Capitol Theatre, and perhaps if I'm not beat a little Night Howl at Mexicali Rosa's to top things off . . .
Mood: my ovaries are in an uproar . . . literally
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: should i stay or should i go, the clash
Hair: in my eyes, perhaps i should trim my bangs with the razor before i leave
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Untitled
When you can't think of a title and the song currently playing is "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado and you're not really feeling like much of a maneater at the moment, what do you do? Untitle the damn post and get on with the business of writing it.
So it's my last day. Everything needs to be done today. Tomorrow morning there is no time for anything, just get up, shower, and head out the door. And there's still so freaking much to do.
Lots of debris floating past my window these days. The water is high, even at low-tide. So many ducks!
The new neighbours who moved in this winter below and to the right of my apartment have taken to throwing bread to the birds. I watched yesterday as a lone seagull glided along the shoreline. I wondered whether he would notice the slice of bread on the back lawn. I needn't have wondered, he turned and swooped onto the grass as if it had been his intention to land there all along.
The curious thing happened once he was situated. As far as I could see there were no other gulls around, no crows or eagles, no pesky blackbirds, the seagull could have snatched the bread and devoured it all on his own. Instead he paced a circle around it, with an almost suspicious looking eye. Round and round, he paced, never edging any closer.
And then I could hear the cries and soon four more gulls dropped onto the grass. They screamed at one another. Their feathers ruffled. They flew at one another. All the while the bread lay on the grass, untouched. Then a crow raced into the ruckus, claws poised to snatch the toast.
The biggest darkest gull stopped fighting and immediately ran over to the bread, snatched the slice in its beak and took off up toward the Richie Wharf. The crow and the gulls followed, dive-bombing the big gull from all angles. The pursuit lasted about five seconds before the bread was knocked from the gull's beak and fell into the river.
Then all the birds flew off on their separate ways as if nothing had transpired.
It was a curious thing to watch. I don't understand why that first bird didn't eat the bread while he had a chance. Perhaps it tastes better if you win it in a fight?
Mood: puzzled
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: anarchy in the uk, sex pistols
Hair: still liking the new do
So it's my last day. Everything needs to be done today. Tomorrow morning there is no time for anything, just get up, shower, and head out the door. And there's still so freaking much to do.
Lots of debris floating past my window these days. The water is high, even at low-tide. So many ducks!
The new neighbours who moved in this winter below and to the right of my apartment have taken to throwing bread to the birds. I watched yesterday as a lone seagull glided along the shoreline. I wondered whether he would notice the slice of bread on the back lawn. I needn't have wondered, he turned and swooped onto the grass as if it had been his intention to land there all along.
The curious thing happened once he was situated. As far as I could see there were no other gulls around, no crows or eagles, no pesky blackbirds, the seagull could have snatched the bread and devoured it all on his own. Instead he paced a circle around it, with an almost suspicious looking eye. Round and round, he paced, never edging any closer.
And then I could hear the cries and soon four more gulls dropped onto the grass. They screamed at one another. Their feathers ruffled. They flew at one another. All the while the bread lay on the grass, untouched. Then a crow raced into the ruckus, claws poised to snatch the toast.
The biggest darkest gull stopped fighting and immediately ran over to the bread, snatched the slice in its beak and took off up toward the Richie Wharf. The crow and the gulls followed, dive-bombing the big gull from all angles. The pursuit lasted about five seconds before the bread was knocked from the gull's beak and fell into the river.
Then all the birds flew off on their separate ways as if nothing had transpired.
It was a curious thing to watch. I don't understand why that first bird didn't eat the bread while he had a chance. Perhaps it tastes better if you win it in a fight?
Mood: puzzled
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: anarchy in the uk, sex pistols
Hair: still liking the new do
Monday, April 21, 2008
Changes
If I could turn and meet myself as
I was then,
gaze into that solemn face, those
unblinking eyes,
I suppose I'd laugh until I cried,
then laugh again.
-- from The Kookaburra's Song
Let the laughter begin!
I actually got an email from Coach Steele this morning asking me to let him know how I was doing. He has a sixth sense or something. His timing is always impeccable and the fact that he even bothers to personally contact people on the Tools to Life site really blows my mind. I replied that I am well. And I am.
Okay, so I had an "unusual" weekend at best, but now it's Monday and time to get back to business. I've decided to attend Frye Festival and I will embark for Moncton Thursday morning, armed with a laptop and ready to post from the Festival. The days and nights will be long. I will be exhausted. But it should be a great time. I'm really excited about it. My mind will explode with all the new ideas! And I think I'm going to run into some wonderful old friends, which will be great.
So much work to get out of the way in preparation of leaving though, not to mention all the household stuff that's been on the backburner this past week.
Having hot chocolate this morning before I go out to do the run-around downtown. Banking, shopping, all that good stuff.
The ice is breaking up pretty quick now, moving on the tides. The ducks are here! Hundreds of them! Summer is coming! And summer is good. I do love my river. It gives me a sense of place and comfort in being in that place. The river is home and I'm on it.
I weighed myself this morning and was pretty shocked to find myself over 20 pounds lighter than the last time I weighed in. Holy frig! So either the wellness has been working or . . . I dunno, a couple of days of eating light or nothing at all is not enough to drop 20 freaking pounds. That was pretty surprising. Of course, I've got lots of pounds on me, so 20 is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
Oh well, banking is not going to do itself. I must boot!
Mood: energized & excited
Drinking: hot chocolate
Listening To: dangerous, roxette
Hair: i am the big blonde once again
I was then,
gaze into that solemn face, those
unblinking eyes,
I suppose I'd laugh until I cried,
then laugh again.
-- from The Kookaburra's Song
Let the laughter begin!
I actually got an email from Coach Steele this morning asking me to let him know how I was doing. He has a sixth sense or something. His timing is always impeccable and the fact that he even bothers to personally contact people on the Tools to Life site really blows my mind. I replied that I am well. And I am.
Okay, so I had an "unusual" weekend at best, but now it's Monday and time to get back to business. I've decided to attend Frye Festival and I will embark for Moncton Thursday morning, armed with a laptop and ready to post from the Festival. The days and nights will be long. I will be exhausted. But it should be a great time. I'm really excited about it. My mind will explode with all the new ideas! And I think I'm going to run into some wonderful old friends, which will be great.
So much work to get out of the way in preparation of leaving though, not to mention all the household stuff that's been on the backburner this past week.
Having hot chocolate this morning before I go out to do the run-around downtown. Banking, shopping, all that good stuff.
The ice is breaking up pretty quick now, moving on the tides. The ducks are here! Hundreds of them! Summer is coming! And summer is good. I do love my river. It gives me a sense of place and comfort in being in that place. The river is home and I'm on it.
I weighed myself this morning and was pretty shocked to find myself over 20 pounds lighter than the last time I weighed in. Holy frig! So either the wellness has been working or . . . I dunno, a couple of days of eating light or nothing at all is not enough to drop 20 freaking pounds. That was pretty surprising. Of course, I've got lots of pounds on me, so 20 is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
Oh well, banking is not going to do itself. I must boot!
Mood: energized & excited
Drinking: hot chocolate
Listening To: dangerous, roxette
Hair: i am the big blonde once again
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Ring of Fire
. . . down, down, down, and the flames went higher and it burns, burns, burns . . . I do enjoy a little Johnny Cash. I feel like I'm in a ring of fire a lot of the time. Stress, anxiety, and all that fun stuff. Just breathe babe.
I got some cleaning done yesterday. Not a lot, because a gal's got to work, but enough to make it feel like I made a dent. Scrubbed the entry hall and the kitchen, on my hands and knees with a scrub brush . . . I dunno, a toothbrush might be in order. Still not impressed with the results. Doing lots of laundry yesterday and today. Today I tackle the bathroom and the office. I'm hoping a stud with a stud-finder and a really big nail will turn up this evening and hang my painting, though I'm still not a hundred percent sure where to put it. Now, I'm leaning toward the office area . . . Once I get it hung I'll post a picture.
I'm waffling on Frye Fest . . . waffling I say. One day I say I can't possibly go, the expense of it all! And then I hear something else about it or from someone else who is going to be there and I think I can't possibly NOT go, the opportunity of it all! I should just send in my request for a press pass, just in case. Maybe I can go. Maybe I should go. Decisions, decisions.
Basically I got nothing to say today. I'm loving the weather, loving having the windows open, the heat off all night long . . . but I hear we're in for a turn . . . and that's okay too.
Mood: optimistic
Drinking: black coffee
Listening To: hallelujah, kd lang (leonard cohen)
Hair: growing longish again
I got some cleaning done yesterday. Not a lot, because a gal's got to work, but enough to make it feel like I made a dent. Scrubbed the entry hall and the kitchen, on my hands and knees with a scrub brush . . . I dunno, a toothbrush might be in order. Still not impressed with the results. Doing lots of laundry yesterday and today. Today I tackle the bathroom and the office. I'm hoping a stud with a stud-finder and a really big nail will turn up this evening and hang my painting, though I'm still not a hundred percent sure where to put it. Now, I'm leaning toward the office area . . . Once I get it hung I'll post a picture.
I'm waffling on Frye Fest . . . waffling I say. One day I say I can't possibly go, the expense of it all! And then I hear something else about it or from someone else who is going to be there and I think I can't possibly NOT go, the opportunity of it all! I should just send in my request for a press pass, just in case. Maybe I can go. Maybe I should go. Decisions, decisions.
Basically I got nothing to say today. I'm loving the weather, loving having the windows open, the heat off all night long . . . but I hear we're in for a turn . . . and that's okay too.
Mood: optimistic
Drinking: black coffee
Listening To: hallelujah, kd lang (leonard cohen)
Hair: growing longish again
Monday, March 10, 2008
Say It Right
And finally some freaking sleep! Seven hours of almost uninterrupted pure bliss. Today I feel like I can do anything. The invincible Kel! Or rather, Kel the Invincible! Sunshine and all that there good stuff on top. Icing!
So I got all my books put into the bookcase with one shelf left for things like photo albums, copies of bnm and other magazines, that kind of thing. And that means . . . There's room to buy more books! The living room is still a bit of a mess, lots of cardboard to discard now, plus there were lots of papers in some of those boxes. Not sure where to put them, what to do about that. But I'll figure it out. Things are coming together. I can't wait to throw open the windows and do some serious spring cleaning.
We're about a month away from the WFNB weekend I've been planning here in Miramichi and so far it seems like things are on track to be a success. Workshop registrations have been coming in and people are buying banquet tickets. So this is good. I'm excited about it! I think it's going to be a great time. I'm hoping the ice will be running then, but honestly I can't see how. Last time we had it in Miramichi, it must have been a bit later in the year.
I also have to decide soon what I'm going to do about Frye. To go? Or not to go? To go for some of it? Or to go for all of it? These are the important questions. I have no answers yet. I'm still thinking on it. I think for sure that I'll go for one day to the WFNB reading, but anything beyond that . . . I don't know. It all comes down to time and money . . . and time being money. We'll see.
Yesterday was my first day of my new contract with my Wellness Buddy. Day 1 went off without a hitch. I hit all my targets. Some easier than others, but hey . . . I did it at least!
Last week was like the longest week. Ever! Like seriously. I think it was because I didn't sleep. Days are long when you don't sleep. But time seems to be out of whack too. And no, it's not just the spring ahead thing from the weekend. I sprung ahead without incident, didn't seem to bother me a bit. Time just seems a little wacky lately is all.
Well surely I've wasted enough time rambling on about nothing for one day.
Mood: happy
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: sway, bic runga
Hair: growing
So I got all my books put into the bookcase with one shelf left for things like photo albums, copies of bnm and other magazines, that kind of thing. And that means . . . There's room to buy more books! The living room is still a bit of a mess, lots of cardboard to discard now, plus there were lots of papers in some of those boxes. Not sure where to put them, what to do about that. But I'll figure it out. Things are coming together. I can't wait to throw open the windows and do some serious spring cleaning.
We're about a month away from the WFNB weekend I've been planning here in Miramichi and so far it seems like things are on track to be a success. Workshop registrations have been coming in and people are buying banquet tickets. So this is good. I'm excited about it! I think it's going to be a great time. I'm hoping the ice will be running then, but honestly I can't see how. Last time we had it in Miramichi, it must have been a bit later in the year.
I also have to decide soon what I'm going to do about Frye. To go? Or not to go? To go for some of it? Or to go for all of it? These are the important questions. I have no answers yet. I'm still thinking on it. I think for sure that I'll go for one day to the WFNB reading, but anything beyond that . . . I don't know. It all comes down to time and money . . . and time being money. We'll see.
Yesterday was my first day of my new contract with my Wellness Buddy. Day 1 went off without a hitch. I hit all my targets. Some easier than others, but hey . . . I did it at least!
Last week was like the longest week. Ever! Like seriously. I think it was because I didn't sleep. Days are long when you don't sleep. But time seems to be out of whack too. And no, it's not just the spring ahead thing from the weekend. I sprung ahead without incident, didn't seem to bother me a bit. Time just seems a little wacky lately is all.
Well surely I've wasted enough time rambling on about nothing for one day.
Mood: happy
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: sway, bic runga
Hair: growing
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Aching Muscles
Two for two on the daily walk thing for this week. Last night was easier than the first. Climbed the steeper, longer hill last night. Will switch it up again next time to incorporate the two steeper, longer hills. Aye! My calf muscles! This is a good kind of pain though, not the same thing at all as arthritis burning joint pain. This evening I believe I have a function to attend . . . I believe. So I've got to try and get out and walk a bit on my own sometime today.
Frye Fest starts today and I'm not there :-( Sucks to be poor sometimes. I'm missing Harvey Pekar. I can't even think about it or my head will blow off. How is it that I consistently miss the biggest literary event in the Maritimes for almost a decade? This is the last year for such foolishness.
Need to do laundry today. It's difficult to stay focused when outside is so beautiful. I wish I could open the window (this fall, I'm told) and sit and write whatever the hell I felt like. I write and write and write but never anything I really care about, never any of my work. How am I supposed to write plays and novels and short stories when I'm burnt from writing press releases and magazine articles all the time? This is the big question. This has always been my big question. Balance. It's all about balance. As God is my witness, one day I'll have balance in my life.
Mood: determined
Drinking: coffee with cream, blackberry & pomegranate juice
Listening To: gurgles in my stomach as breakfast digests
Hair: surprisingly straight for lack of flat ironing
Frye Fest starts today and I'm not there :-( Sucks to be poor sometimes. I'm missing Harvey Pekar. I can't even think about it or my head will blow off. How is it that I consistently miss the biggest literary event in the Maritimes for almost a decade? This is the last year for such foolishness.
Need to do laundry today. It's difficult to stay focused when outside is so beautiful. I wish I could open the window (this fall, I'm told) and sit and write whatever the hell I felt like. I write and write and write but never anything I really care about, never any of my work. How am I supposed to write plays and novels and short stories when I'm burnt from writing press releases and magazine articles all the time? This is the big question. This has always been my big question. Balance. It's all about balance. As God is my witness, one day I'll have balance in my life.
Mood: determined
Drinking: coffee with cream, blackberry & pomegranate juice
Listening To: gurgles in my stomach as breakfast digests
Hair: surprisingly straight for lack of flat ironing
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Ringers
I have discovered a new band that I love, The Ringers. I added a YFly player to my sidebar with one of their songs, Kamikaze Heart in my playlist. Listen! I love it. There's some video and other things from other people in there. I had to shrink it pretty small to get it to fit on the sidebar, but I didn't like it anywhere else, seemed too big and wanky.
Up since 5am. Had a weird dream with a lot of opposites. Like sleeping the wrong way in the bed. No time for details but it was weirdly interesting. In the dream I shot a .22 rifle in my mother's house . . . to try and keep my father from breaking in . . . yeah, THAT kind of a dream. The gun was very vivid though. There was much tension in this dream. And two black/white cats. And one of my nieces sleeping on the floor in between twin beds. Weirdness.
Going upriver today. Sunny Corner way I think. Sammy's tourist tour continues. I am tired of travel. I think I'm going to skip Frye. I'm just played out and the idea of a week away freaks me out. Plus I can't afford such shenanigans. I mean I'd have to count my chickens before they hatch. Borrow my income tax from my parents and pay it back when (and if) the cheque comes. Do I really want to spend my income tax refund on hotels in Moncton when I'm struggling every month to pay the rent and buy groceries? I feel some obligation to attend the WFNB event, but c'est la vie. I can't help it if I'm poor. Most people can realistically only do one or the other every year, either the AGM or Frye Fest. This year I had to go to AGM. Next year AGM is coming to me, so then maybe I can do Frye. Certainly the year after that, it'll be clear sailing all the way to Frye Fest.
Last night a huge flock of ducks sailed past my window with the rising tide. They were on a pretty big chunk of ice. You couldn't even see any white, just black, just ducks. At least 500 and maybe more. I've never seen anything like it. I guess they were huddling because of the cold maybe. Then all at once about 20 robins landed on the back lawn. I wonder if the birds stay in front of here all summer or if this is just a spring thing. I wish the kids could see them. It's awesome. I haven't seen any eagles in a few days though. I'm wondering if they've gone someplace else.
Mood: alert
Drinking: freshly ground viennese coffee with real cream
Listening To: kamikaze heart, the ringers
Hair: in need of some laundering
Up since 5am. Had a weird dream with a lot of opposites. Like sleeping the wrong way in the bed. No time for details but it was weirdly interesting. In the dream I shot a .22 rifle in my mother's house . . . to try and keep my father from breaking in . . . yeah, THAT kind of a dream. The gun was very vivid though. There was much tension in this dream. And two black/white cats. And one of my nieces sleeping on the floor in between twin beds. Weirdness.
Going upriver today. Sunny Corner way I think. Sammy's tourist tour continues. I am tired of travel. I think I'm going to skip Frye. I'm just played out and the idea of a week away freaks me out. Plus I can't afford such shenanigans. I mean I'd have to count my chickens before they hatch. Borrow my income tax from my parents and pay it back when (and if) the cheque comes. Do I really want to spend my income tax refund on hotels in Moncton when I'm struggling every month to pay the rent and buy groceries? I feel some obligation to attend the WFNB event, but c'est la vie. I can't help it if I'm poor. Most people can realistically only do one or the other every year, either the AGM or Frye Fest. This year I had to go to AGM. Next year AGM is coming to me, so then maybe I can do Frye. Certainly the year after that, it'll be clear sailing all the way to Frye Fest.
Last night a huge flock of ducks sailed past my window with the rising tide. They were on a pretty big chunk of ice. You couldn't even see any white, just black, just ducks. At least 500 and maybe more. I've never seen anything like it. I guess they were huddling because of the cold maybe. Then all at once about 20 robins landed on the back lawn. I wonder if the birds stay in front of here all summer or if this is just a spring thing. I wish the kids could see them. It's awesome. I haven't seen any eagles in a few days though. I'm wondering if they've gone someplace else.
Mood: alert
Drinking: freshly ground viennese coffee with real cream
Listening To: kamikaze heart, the ringers
Hair: in need of some laundering
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Tabu
Heading downriver today. Road trip, other side of the bay. I have been before but not recently. It's been a few years. This story is taking me all over. I will even be going to the Miramichi Country Music Opry some Saturday night soon'ish. That should be interesting. Perhaps I'll get in touch with my country roots . . . Last night I quickly did a brief search for hotel rooms in Moncton during Frye Fest. This could be tricky it seems. The usual suspects are showing no vacancy. Need to work this out. There is still a part of me that wants to blow off Frye for financial reasons. It's not a very financially responsible decision to go and stay for almost a week in a hotel, even if I do have a press pass. Have to see what I can work out.
Off to the races!
Mood: awake
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: birds singing!!
Hair: reverse bobbed
Off to the races!
Mood: awake
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: birds singing!!
Hair: reverse bobbed
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