Dear Vi, This morning, the radio reported that it was overcast in Dawson City when in reality the sky was blue, blue, blue with not a cloud in sight. Our weather reports come from Kelowna, BC, over a thousand miles south. And this morning we had the news feed coming in from Yellowknife, about 1,000… Continue reading Dawson Blooms
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Bye, Sam! Leaving the dog at home
Dear Vi, Every time we leave the house, we have a conversation with Sam first. Sam sees us getting ready and starts his little happy dance. Sam: oh boy oh boy oh boy, we’re going somewhere! Us: Oh, Sam. Mommy and daddy are going to work and you have to stay here. (“Work” means going… Continue reading Bye, Sam! Leaving the dog at home
Head and Shoulders, Knees and…Elbows? Searching for ergonomic solutions in small writing spaces
Dear Vi, I hate to be a complainer, but I just have to tell you: Too much hand quilting, knitting, typing, and gripping heavy weights at the gym have given me tennis elbow in both arms and caused the arthritis in my hands to flare up. It’s my own fault. I let it go too… Continue reading Head and Shoulders, Knees and…Elbows? Searching for ergonomic solutions in small writing spaces
Fire!
Dear Vi, It’s foggy this morning. Outside my window, wisps of fog stream past like smoke from a chimney. Wait… maybe it really is smoke. I get up to check. Nope, it’s fog. Relieved, I take another sip of coffee. And then I burst into tears. A couple of months ago, I woke up in… Continue reading Fire!
Knitting and writing a Novel are more alike than you think!
Did I tell you that I finished my novel again? This isn’t the first time I’ve finished it, of course. The first finished draft was the equivalent of a scarf knitted up in open lace-work. Silky threads to hold everything together, but full of holes. When it was as ready as I could get it,… Continue reading Knitting and writing a Novel are more alike than you think!
On the Needles: Knitting lace on the Snaring River
Mr. C and I went camping in Jasper National Park this week, where we discovered the Snaring River campground. The perfect place to plant my chair and listen to the rushing water, clicking needles and my own thoughts for a few hours. Paradise!