I’ve discovered snowboarding. Yes, at 34 years old. I had to borrow my wife’s purple snowpants, but it was still fun. No one laughed (in my face). The beginner’s class at the local ski…
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It’s New Years Eve 2002, and time to get back to work. This morning the insanity of the season hit me full force while sweeping up needles (again) and singing Julian Lennon’s Valotte. (‘Thinking…
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The Tim Horton’s chain calls them Seasonal Figures. The Gingerbread Man, neutered for the 21st Century. At Zellers you can buy gingerbread women cutouts, little tin shapes differing from their traditional male counterparts only…
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Suzy and I were determined to be prepared for Christmas this year. Even Alex came over to help. We made 2lb of delicious chocolate covered almonds — see the Martha Stewart recipe. Roasted blanched…
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There was a moment of silence before the door closed and the clock started. Squeeky soles in the hall on the way in stoked memories of days of deeper sadness. The winter shoes. The…
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Orion is high in the sky tonight, bright despite the streetlights. Seeing The Warrior stalk the winter sky always reminds me of the first time I marvelled at his soft underbelly, milky nebulae among…
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Picture a Monarch butterfly: Orangy rust with those eye-like dots on the wings that leave fine dust in the hand. Up close it just looks like a beetle with a good tailor. Nobody gets…
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Odd signs or just hypervigilance? Yesterday at a busy deli downtown, the cashier gave me my change and handed me an extra 75 cents by accident. He had closed the register drawer by then,…