they have the worst water I've ever tasted - you can smell the jungle before you even get near it!
16.11.04
15.11.04
Mission Accomplished
My task here in Winnipeg is complete. And now I am off to the Cowtown to do some visiting and repacking.... Y E E H A W !!!!
Winnipeg is a nice enough city, with lovely neighbourhoods. All the streets are lined with grand old elms and the older homes, apartments and buildings are allowed to stay...adding to the soul and warmth of the city, unlike another Canadian city I know where such structures are bought, razed to the ground and built over, again and again.
If you happen to be in Winnipeg, and if it's not nice enough to be outside, here are my top picks for places to kill time inside:
Winnipeg is a nice enough city, with lovely neighbourhoods. All the streets are lined with grand old elms and the older homes, apartments and buildings are allowed to stay...adding to the soul and warmth of the city, unlike another Canadian city I know where such structures are bought, razed to the ground and built over, again and again.
If you happen to be in Winnipeg, and if it's not nice enough to be outside, here are my top picks for places to kill time inside:
- the lobby lounge at the old Fort Garry
- McNally Robinson bookstore
- MEC - right across the street from the office!
- Cinematheque - independent and alternative filmhouse
- any movie theatre - movies in Winnipeg are between $1.75 and $7.00 - cheap, cheap, cheap
- Mondragons - a radical bookstore-slash-coffeehouse with a vegan menu, fair trade coffee, regular discussions and film/doc showings. Excellent food and scrumptious chocolate chip cookies.
That was Winnipeg.
8.11.04
A Bed Time Story
One night George W. Bush is tossing restlessly in his White House bed. He awakens to see George Washington standing beside him.
Bush looks up and asks, "George, what's the best thing I can do to help the country?" "Set an honest and honourable example, just as I did," Washington advises, then fades away.
The next night, Bush is astir again, when he sees the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moving silently around the bedroom. Bush calls out, "Tom, please! What is the best thing I could do to help the country?" "Respect the Constitution, as I did," Jefferson advises, and then dims from sight.
The third night sleep still evades Bush. He sees the ghost of FDR hovering over his bed. Bush lowers his voice and asks, "Franklin, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?" In that golden voice of his, FDR replies, "Help the less fortunate, just as I did," and then he disappears.
Bush still isn't sleeping well the fourth night. He tosses and turns until suddenly another figure moves out of the shadows. It's the ghost of Abraham LIncoln. "Abe," Bush pleads, "What's the best thing I can do right now to help the country?"
Lincoln pauses, then replies, "Go see a play."
Bush looks up and asks, "George, what's the best thing I can do to help the country?" "Set an honest and honourable example, just as I did," Washington advises, then fades away.
The next night, Bush is astir again, when he sees the ghost of Thomas Jefferson moving silently around the bedroom. Bush calls out, "Tom, please! What is the best thing I could do to help the country?" "Respect the Constitution, as I did," Jefferson advises, and then dims from sight.
The third night sleep still evades Bush. He sees the ghost of FDR hovering over his bed. Bush lowers his voice and asks, "Franklin, what is the best thing I could do to help the country?" In that golden voice of his, FDR replies, "Help the less fortunate, just as I did," and then he disappears.
Bush still isn't sleeping well the fourth night. He tosses and turns until suddenly another figure moves out of the shadows. It's the ghost of Abraham LIncoln. "Abe," Bush pleads, "What's the best thing I can do right now to help the country?"
Lincoln pauses, then replies, "Go see a play."
29.10.04
Happenstance
Yesterday was Thursday so I picked up the latest copy of Uptown magazine to see what's going on for the weekend. I find 3 movies I'd like to see and what else.... a play called A Christmas Karl at churches around town about "commercialism, compassion and fruitcake". The 4 person production is written, produced and acted in by Aiden Enns, co-founder of Buy Nothing Christmas. It's by donation. So I think I'll go support Aiden's musical.
The weekend after will be a big one. Between the Global Justice Film Festival and the French Film Festival I will be seeing 10 movies from Friday to Sunday - is that a bit excessive? At an average cost of $2.60 it's pretty cheap entertainment.
Perhaps that would be a good time to do a fast as I won't be needing much energy!
The weekend after will be a big one. Between the Global Justice Film Festival and the French Film Festival I will be seeing 10 movies from Friday to Sunday - is that a bit excessive? At an average cost of $2.60 it's pretty cheap entertainment.
Perhaps that would be a good time to do a fast as I won't be needing much energy!
Urban Hunter Gatherers
During the Hunter Gatherer expedition we discussed the possible activities of the urban hunter gatherer and alternative ways to live. One of our fellow tribe-mates has sent us a list of websites about dumpster diving, so I provide a few of them here for you. Check with Dumpster Lady first, as she gives the hows, the whys, and the wheres to get you started looking for that "surprise gift from the Universe"... and then surf around the sites for all kinds of interesting tips on recycling and living more cheaply.
http://members.aol.com/TheDumpsterLady/thedumpsterlady.htm
http://www.frugalvillage.com/dumpsterdiving2.shtml
http://www.allthingsfrugal.com/dumpster.htm
http://www.thelivingweb.net/dumpster_diving_for_fun_and_profit.html
http://www.goddessofgarbage.com/
Have fun!
http://members.aol.com/TheDumpsterLady/thedumpsterlady.htm
http://www.frugalvillage.com/dumpsterdiving2.shtml
http://www.allthingsfrugal.com/dumpster.htm
http://www.thelivingweb.net/dumpster_diving_for_fun_and_profit.html
http://www.goddessofgarbage.com/
Have fun!
19.10.04
Something to think about...
After a poor night's sleep, then waiting in the cold 40 minutes very early on Saturday morning for the always late #19 bus, and walking a further 2 long blocks battling the wind, on my way to the University of Winnipeg for yet another conference, Caught in the Crossfire-Global Citizens Making a Difference (after 2 days at the Food Security Assembly, an evening Town Hall Do GMOs have a role in food security?, the recent Canadian-Palestinian film festival/forum, two benefits for Sudan, a night listening to Stephen Lewis - UN Special Envoy for HIV/AIDS in Africa, and then the Global Justice film festival in two weeks followed by Embracing Opportunities Workshop - AIDS, Hunger and Nutrition, and more.... if you want to be informed and engaged then Winnipeg is a place to be) I found myself singing All I want for Christmas is a good night's sleep, to be warm and some laughter. I immediately realized that I was being pouty - but it was COLD! And I remembered something I had seen earlier in the week.
Because Christmas is that jolly time of year when everyone gets stressed out shopping, friends and family needle you with gift requests, store windows beckon with shiny colorful packages, the same "classic" holiday jingles are piped endlessly through every speaker in town there is a growing Christmas Resistance Movement. Christmas marketing is a scam, benefiting manufacturers, stores, and huge corporations, while driving individuals into debt, wreaking havoc on the environment and filling landfills with useless packaging and discarded gifts. This doesn't mean we can't love each other and have fun. It just means refusing to support the Holiday Industry and using our imagination.
If you think you'd like to try joining this growing resistance there is our very own Canadian website to help you: http://www.buynothingchristmas.org/index.html
And mark this in your calendar - November 27th is BUY NOTHING DAY (26th in the U.S., which I notice is a Friday, easier for consumers to abide by and less damaging for corporations). In the same spirit as Chrismas Resistance, the aim is to encourage people to reflect on their spending and to think about the effects of consumerism in our world.
Cheerio!
Because Christmas is that jolly time of year when everyone gets stressed out shopping, friends and family needle you with gift requests, store windows beckon with shiny colorful packages, the same "classic" holiday jingles are piped endlessly through every speaker in town there is a growing Christmas Resistance Movement. Christmas marketing is a scam, benefiting manufacturers, stores, and huge corporations, while driving individuals into debt, wreaking havoc on the environment and filling landfills with useless packaging and discarded gifts. This doesn't mean we can't love each other and have fun. It just means refusing to support the Holiday Industry and using our imagination.
If you think you'd like to try joining this growing resistance there is our very own Canadian website to help you: http://www.buynothingchristmas.org/index.html
And mark this in your calendar - November 27th is BUY NOTHING DAY (26th in the U.S., which I notice is a Friday, easier for consumers to abide by and less damaging for corporations). In the same spirit as Chrismas Resistance, the aim is to encourage people to reflect on their spending and to think about the effects of consumerism in our world.
Cheerio!
Today's thought
You know how sometimes you notice drips or splotches on walls in the strangest places and you wonder what it is and how it got there... well, I bet there was somebody trying to open a tin of sardines! That last little pull on the lid always sends juice flying and now there's tomato sauce on the walls - good thing it's not my office.
15.10.04
It has started.....
The first fat flakes are flying.
You know you're Canadian when you list the four seasons as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Road Construction.
You know you're Canadian when you list the four seasons as Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter, and Road Construction.
30.9.04
I have found the answer!!
Every morning in the van on the way to work, Odi (the 4 year old with whom I am living) asks me if I have any knock knock jokes, and sadly, I never do.... but I'll have plenty from now on. If you too are in need of some good ol' knock knock jokes and need some help, here's where to go: http://www.azkidsnet.com/JSknockjoke.htm
Have a great day!
Have a great day!
21.9.04
1.9.04
The Hunter Gatherer Survival Experience
8 of us gathered at BOSS Base Camp, a 4 hour drive from Provo, Utah - among us was a Psychiatrist, a 24 year old Ph.D. Pharmacist and an ER Doc. Matt would be our leader, Dave and Eric would also be our instructors.
After introductions and lunch we drove off to Durfy Creek Camp on Boulder Mountain for 4 days. The first thing we did was make bowls out of gourds so we could eat dinner and drink from the creek. While at Durfy we learned to make Paiute traps, cordage, fish spears, eating utensils, tongs. We spent a day grinding corn and seed for food rations for later. We collected wild greens and learned of the coagulating properties of crushed yarrow leaves, which was useful for me because I cut myself flint knapping and using my new stone tools. To mark the next phase we cleansed through 4 rounds in the sweatlodge and I made it half way through the final Warrior Round. I wrapped my new tools, an extra sweater, toque and socks in a cloth, slung it over my shoulder and we set off into the slickrock landscape of The Grand Staircase - Escalante National Monument.
Over the next 10 days we stayed in 3 different canyons in cave-like rock overhangs. We ascended and descended canyon walls, crossed desert plains, walked along and through creeks and rivers, set traps, tried fishing with spears and with our hands. The days were full and time was warped.
I used twigs of willow to clean my teeth and the pine needles from the Ponderosa Pine as floss. I smeared the flesh of the prickly pear cactus on my face as a light SPF - but then decided the effort and pain of thorns wasn't worth it and that the dirt was probably doing a fine job. And I realized that life is much simpler when you live, work and sleep in the same clothes.
It was a good group. Everybody contributed and there was no greed or guilt. Our diet consisted of mice, packrat and snake (everything tastes good charred), fish (the roasted bones are delicious), squirrel (like chicken), wild greens, rose hips, berries, acorns and pine nuts (I don't want to eat nuts for a looonnnggg time), and prickly pear fruit (I still have tiny thorns in my fingers - what a process to prepare them for eating!!) - but that doesn't mean we had a lot to eat and we quickly started to feel our energy fade.
Cave 1 was a massive overhang with a stunning view - but if you wanted to relieve yourself, collect duff or food it meant going downhill, which of course meant you must go back uphill. And the trail to the creek was an obstacle course through poison ivy.
On the way to Cave 2, across the very hot desert, all I could think of was WATER, WATER! Finally, a small rain pool! I laid flat out on the earth and lapped up as much as I could, but we were off again. And my stomach was so sucked in with hunger that it hurt. After that journey I started to get a bit scared with my very tiny waist and my lack of energy. I decided to be more of a gatherer than a hunter in order to conserve my energy for future travel days.
The last day and a half at Cave 3 were pretty relaxing and Matt said we would leave late for the last location - so I prayed that meant it was close. But no, my worst fears came true... in the heat and with very limited energy we were going UP the canyon wall!!! So this was why cursing was not allowed - I was not happy. When I finally got to the top the guys were resting in the shade, but there was no rest for me as Matt smiled and said that we would like where we were going (better be more than another nice cave!) and off we went. We had barely begun and my legs done!
Walking through the soft soil of the desert is not easy either and I was exhausted. A couple of hours later we stopped under the shade of a juniper for a five minute rest that thankfully turned into a much longer nap break - finally my legs could recover for the remaining journey. I couldn't imagine where we were going because we were in the middle of a desert plain - no canyons, caves, etc. but the marching continued, nobody was speaking, it was hot hot hot. Then I started wondering if we were going to walk all through the night???! Although Matt continuously discouraged us from speculating, it was hard not to.
We came to a dirt road with no end in sight, we kept marching, but at least the surface was a bit more firm. My eyes were buggy from looking at the feet in front of me and I couldn't look up because the sun was too bright. Then we came upon a large tree under which was a cantine of... we watched as Matt picked up and read a note. It was a cantine of water for us..... after taking turns sucking back water, Matt announced we should follow him away from the road... further along under another tree there was FOOD - 1/2 acorn squash dripping with olive oil, garlic and onions with thick brown bread and rice - you can imagine the scene.
This is where we would spend the night. We prepared a large bonfire, gathered lots of wood for the night, passed the talking stick, celebrated under a near full moon and tried to sleep.
As I was dreaming about the Bee Gees (?), I heard someone announce it was morning - surely he must be joking! With just a sliver of daylight showing on the horizon we were up. We packed up our stuff, but were leaving it behind this time. Matt walked us back to the road and told us the rest of the walk was our own, and yes, he would be there to meet us - and then he took off running.
Still wobbling from sleep I set off walking in the morning cold, during the sunrise. It was perfect - just me and my experience. Matt and Eric greeted us each as we came in, with hugs, yogurt, granola and fruit salad.
At the BOSS office we weighed in - I couldn't believe what I saw on the scale - I was 92 lbs! The average weight loss was between 10-15 lbs. That night we went to an Italian restaurant in Provo for dinner, but when my meal arrived after the appetizers all I could do was look at it. I was stuffed. So I took it back to the motel for breakfast.
Matt is now leaving for a 4 year walk-about around North America. His life is a walk-about. We were essentially guests in his life for 2 weeks - so no wonder he got tired too, as even though we tried, he always seemed to bring back more food than the rest of us.
It turns out that women rarely take this particular course so it wasn't surprising that I was the only one there - what's that about?
After introductions and lunch we drove off to Durfy Creek Camp on Boulder Mountain for 4 days. The first thing we did was make bowls out of gourds so we could eat dinner and drink from the creek. While at Durfy we learned to make Paiute traps, cordage, fish spears, eating utensils, tongs. We spent a day grinding corn and seed for food rations for later. We collected wild greens and learned of the coagulating properties of crushed yarrow leaves, which was useful for me because I cut myself flint knapping and using my new stone tools. To mark the next phase we cleansed through 4 rounds in the sweatlodge and I made it half way through the final Warrior Round. I wrapped my new tools, an extra sweater, toque and socks in a cloth, slung it over my shoulder and we set off into the slickrock landscape of The Grand Staircase - Escalante National Monument.
Over the next 10 days we stayed in 3 different canyons in cave-like rock overhangs. We ascended and descended canyon walls, crossed desert plains, walked along and through creeks and rivers, set traps, tried fishing with spears and with our hands. The days were full and time was warped.
I used twigs of willow to clean my teeth and the pine needles from the Ponderosa Pine as floss. I smeared the flesh of the prickly pear cactus on my face as a light SPF - but then decided the effort and pain of thorns wasn't worth it and that the dirt was probably doing a fine job. And I realized that life is much simpler when you live, work and sleep in the same clothes.
It was a good group. Everybody contributed and there was no greed or guilt. Our diet consisted of mice, packrat and snake (everything tastes good charred), fish (the roasted bones are delicious), squirrel (like chicken), wild greens, rose hips, berries, acorns and pine nuts (I don't want to eat nuts for a looonnnggg time), and prickly pear fruit (I still have tiny thorns in my fingers - what a process to prepare them for eating!!) - but that doesn't mean we had a lot to eat and we quickly started to feel our energy fade.
Cave 1 was a massive overhang with a stunning view - but if you wanted to relieve yourself, collect duff or food it meant going downhill, which of course meant you must go back uphill. And the trail to the creek was an obstacle course through poison ivy.
On the way to Cave 2, across the very hot desert, all I could think of was WATER, WATER! Finally, a small rain pool! I laid flat out on the earth and lapped up as much as I could, but we were off again. And my stomach was so sucked in with hunger that it hurt. After that journey I started to get a bit scared with my very tiny waist and my lack of energy. I decided to be more of a gatherer than a hunter in order to conserve my energy for future travel days.
The last day and a half at Cave 3 were pretty relaxing and Matt said we would leave late for the last location - so I prayed that meant it was close. But no, my worst fears came true... in the heat and with very limited energy we were going UP the canyon wall!!! So this was why cursing was not allowed - I was not happy. When I finally got to the top the guys were resting in the shade, but there was no rest for me as Matt smiled and said that we would like where we were going (better be more than another nice cave!) and off we went. We had barely begun and my legs done!
Walking through the soft soil of the desert is not easy either and I was exhausted. A couple of hours later we stopped under the shade of a juniper for a five minute rest that thankfully turned into a much longer nap break - finally my legs could recover for the remaining journey. I couldn't imagine where we were going because we were in the middle of a desert plain - no canyons, caves, etc. but the marching continued, nobody was speaking, it was hot hot hot. Then I started wondering if we were going to walk all through the night???! Although Matt continuously discouraged us from speculating, it was hard not to.
We came to a dirt road with no end in sight, we kept marching, but at least the surface was a bit more firm. My eyes were buggy from looking at the feet in front of me and I couldn't look up because the sun was too bright. Then we came upon a large tree under which was a cantine of... we watched as Matt picked up and read a note. It was a cantine of water for us..... after taking turns sucking back water, Matt announced we should follow him away from the road... further along under another tree there was FOOD - 1/2 acorn squash dripping with olive oil, garlic and onions with thick brown bread and rice - you can imagine the scene.
This is where we would spend the night. We prepared a large bonfire, gathered lots of wood for the night, passed the talking stick, celebrated under a near full moon and tried to sleep.
As I was dreaming about the Bee Gees (?), I heard someone announce it was morning - surely he must be joking! With just a sliver of daylight showing on the horizon we were up. We packed up our stuff, but were leaving it behind this time. Matt walked us back to the road and told us the rest of the walk was our own, and yes, he would be there to meet us - and then he took off running.
Still wobbling from sleep I set off walking in the morning cold, during the sunrise. It was perfect - just me and my experience. Matt and Eric greeted us each as we came in, with hugs, yogurt, granola and fruit salad.
At the BOSS office we weighed in - I couldn't believe what I saw on the scale - I was 92 lbs! The average weight loss was between 10-15 lbs. That night we went to an Italian restaurant in Provo for dinner, but when my meal arrived after the appetizers all I could do was look at it. I was stuffed. So I took it back to the motel for breakfast.
Matt is now leaving for a 4 year walk-about around North America. His life is a walk-about. We were essentially guests in his life for 2 weeks - so no wonder he got tired too, as even though we tried, he always seemed to bring back more food than the rest of us.
It turns out that women rarely take this particular course so it wasn't surprising that I was the only one there - what's that about?
14.8.04
The 60 hour & 8 state trip
Whenever I mentioned that I was traveling to Utah by Greyhound people would look at me as though I was strange or insane, but as the bus headed thru NY state I thought this is going to be great... a nice bus, a seat to myself and beautiful scenery. However, we changed to a plain ol' bus in Albany (it seems the nice buses are for the cross border trips only) and the Albany station (the capital of NY) was a dump. However, the trip remained relatively good until Chicago. From Chicago to Denver the bus was crowded, the drivers were power trippin', I got little sleep and the scenery was a whole lotta corn. We pulled into a very nice Denver terminal at 6 a.m. (Cleveland was the only other nice terminal). With 2 hours to kill I went in search of a place that wasn't a bus terminal or a truckstop. Denver looks like a good place to go back to. For the homestretch, the scenery was amazing and I had more space. We arrived in Provo on time (something you can count on with Greyhound) and no luggage lost (it does happen).
Had some interesting conversations, read a copy of Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country? between Fremont and Chicago - lent to me by a lively old woman passing out IMPEACH BUSH stickers - and heard how people are worried about their leader getting in for another term. Overall, a surprisingly uneventful trip.
Tip: I guess until there is an attack on a bus, security is not an issue. Just bypass Denver - the only place with some security for luggage.
Had some interesting conversations, read a copy of Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country? between Fremont and Chicago - lent to me by a lively old woman passing out IMPEACH BUSH stickers - and heard how people are worried about their leader getting in for another term. Overall, a surprisingly uneventful trip.
Tip: I guess until there is an attack on a bus, security is not an issue. Just bypass Denver - the only place with some security for luggage.
11.8.04
Will I survive??
Time to leave Quebec and journey to Utah.... by Greyhound... for almost 3 days. But just think of the places I'll see...Albany, Cleveland, Toledo, Chicago, Ogallala, Denver. Visiting will have to be for another time as we just cruise on through.
Books, music, food... I'm more anxious about maintaining my sanity and surviving the journey to survival school, than survival school itself.
Books, music, food... I'm more anxious about maintaining my sanity and surviving the journey to survival school, than survival school itself.
6.8.04
Trois-Pistoles Highlights and Memories
Salut!
- la brume/fog (romantique as élégante Mme. Santerre describes)
- ma petite chambre chez Mme. Santerre http://www.aux1000souvenirs.ca
- 3 meals/day chez Linda, Dave, their 3 children - Alex, Karolyn and bébé Megan - and 6-8 other femmes
- dessert for lunch and dinner (impossible to refuse)
- white bread, bologne and processed cheese sandwiches (impolite to refuse)
- yoga en français (inspiration... expiration... ah, bon!)
- hiking 20 km on the Sentier National
- Le Jardin de Metis http://www.refordgardens.com
- la parade de mode - modeling, on stage, the latest fashion for a Superhero Cowboy - chaps, vest, and whip made of green plastic garbage bags (can anybody beat that for fun?)
- conversing/group work (yes, more group work) with 17 year old girls
- school pictures - and just like in elementary, as the smallest person, I am still positioned on the front bench, at the end
- little earthquakes in my bed... when the train rumbled thru town
- viscious Québecois mosquitos!
- beaucoup de café et conversation au Café L'Essential
- live musique - traditionnelle sur la rue, jazz dans l'auditorium, classique à l'église
- driving the Gaspésie route and seeing Roche Percé
- traversing the Saint Lawrence (1.5 hrs/way by ferry) - unfortunately no baleines/whales were sighted, but I think I saw a couple phoques/seals
- seakayaking at sunset
- the fantastic satisfaction found in communicating in another language
All that and more, in just 5 weeks. C'est une bonne expérience.
À bientôt.
1.7.04
Internship
In order to successfully complete the needed requirements to graduate from the International Project Management Program I have accepted a 2 month internship in the exciting metropolis of Winnipeg.... yes, that's right, Winnipeg Manitoba. Don't laugh! I've always said I'll go anywhere I haven't been and I've even been heard saying that I'd go to Winnipeg if I found a cheap flight. Now I get to go somewhere I haven't been and I don't have to pay the airfare!
But once again I'm experiencing that you must be careful what you ask for... I must remember to dream big and boldly so that I may be drenched in the stuff of my dreams, not just taste.
I will start the internship with the Canadian Foodgrains Bank in September. Amongst other things, I have been tasked with conducting a literature review of the current key documents on HIV/AIDS and food aid and food security as well as the current best practices and recommendations of other organizations. I will then assist in revising, creating, and planning evaluation tools and practical guidelines to be used by Foodgrains Bank staff, members and their in-country partners to better address HIV/AIDS and food aid and food security. As this is one of my key areas of interest, it will be a good learning for me. I am looking forward to it.
Happy Canada Day!
But once again I'm experiencing that you must be careful what you ask for... I must remember to dream big and boldly so that I may be drenched in the stuff of my dreams, not just taste.
I will start the internship with the Canadian Foodgrains Bank in September. Amongst other things, I have been tasked with conducting a literature review of the current key documents on HIV/AIDS and food aid and food security as well as the current best practices and recommendations of other organizations. I will then assist in revising, creating, and planning evaluation tools and practical guidelines to be used by Foodgrains Bank staff, members and their in-country partners to better address HIV/AIDS and food aid and food security. As this is one of my key areas of interest, it will be a good learning for me. I am looking forward to it.
Happy Canada Day!
29.6.04
Today's Tip
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I constantly shout, "I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!" just in case I'm on some hidden camera or something....
You can't be too careful.
You can't be too careful.
22.6.04
Been there, done that...
My time in Toronto is almost at an end, only a couple of classes left at Humber College, and my experience with property ownership is over.
I loved Toronto - big, exciting and I know of the best breakfast diners and nacho plates in town. Going back to school wasn't as scary as I had imagined it would be. And that lovely, lovely piece of Anderson Estates is no longer mine. Thank goodness - as it was seriously draining my bank account. But I will miss it... the place I could come home to, shut the door, and feel safe. It was me. And it was my chance to experiment with the Principles of Martha Stewart (what!!?). Anyway, it doesn't fit with my life going forward, so I had to let it go....
Next I am on a train to Trois-Pistole to study French for 5 weeks - so don't contact me unless you do so en francais as it will be against the rules for me to use English while I am there.
After that I am off to Boulder, Utah to attend the Boulder Outdoor Survival School (by Greyhound perhaps, 2 1/2 days from Montreal - yikes!). This is something I have wanted to do for awhile - need to learn to be more of a Leaver than a Taker.
I loved Toronto - big, exciting and I know of the best breakfast diners and nacho plates in town. Going back to school wasn't as scary as I had imagined it would be. And that lovely, lovely piece of Anderson Estates is no longer mine. Thank goodness - as it was seriously draining my bank account. But I will miss it... the place I could come home to, shut the door, and feel safe. It was me. And it was my chance to experiment with the Principles of Martha Stewart (what!!?). Anyway, it doesn't fit with my life going forward, so I had to let it go....
Next I am on a train to Trois-Pistole to study French for 5 weeks - so don't contact me unless you do so en francais as it will be against the rules for me to use English while I am there.
After that I am off to Boulder, Utah to attend the Boulder Outdoor Survival School (by Greyhound perhaps, 2 1/2 days from Montreal - yikes!). This is something I have wanted to do for awhile - need to learn to be more of a Leaver than a Taker.
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