October 2012

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The rain gods, after only one tiny trace of moisture over an eighty-five day period, decided that Friday was THE day. Full on. And I happily tramped around in it with my friend McKenzie. We enjoyed bubble tea, stimulating conversation, and admired art on both sides of the river. A perfect afternoon, truth be told.

And, as is my way, I took photos of all that struck me, and wondered, why am I not the person who thinks to put googly eyes on a soap dispenser?

Or to paint the palm of my hand and leave my traces along Alberta?

What kind of person am I?

I love dioramas. Worlds contained.

And reflections. Look! There we are.

I like finding beauty in ubiquity and adding my own touch.

Seeing familiar places from a different angle.

Neon. My good-ness. I love neon.

And bridges.

And watching the world go by.

 And looking up.

And laughing so hard that water squirts from my mouth, which only makes me laugh harder.

What does that say about me?


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Feeling a tad nostalgic. That’s me and my grandma, circa 1973, my favorite photo of us, ever. So much happiness!

Love you, Grandma. I hope you’re having a stellar day…


Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

Kurt Vonnegut

Happy Birthday, Aaron!




Bedroom Light

This is what it’s looked like in our bedroom lately, all manner of lovely light, compliments of Monsieur Soleil. And as much as I am itching for the rain (Friday, they say), I sure will miss it.

How have you been? Well, I hope. The hubster and I, while cuddling in bed last night, me smelling his bearded cheek (heaven!), decided that we love our broken record life. Broken record, I say, because, at the end of every day, we say, “It was a great day!” and then cuddle and giggle and squeal (mostly me, save when I tickle him) under the covers. And it is true. Every day is a great day. Even when something shitty happens. Not like it did yesterday, but I am thinking back on other days, hard ones.

Like before my surgery and I was ALWAYS in pain. Those times when moving nearly made me retch because my insides were so very twisted, but I practiced yoga and went to the supermarket and smiled and laughed because I would not be foiled. I would not be beaten because the sun was shining, the hubster was smiling, the cats were purring, and I had friends. Or maybe a beloved song was on the hi-fi and I was dancing while the rain poured onto the pavement, and I could smell it, that scent of childhood and love.

There will always be shitty things. A nasty bruise on my arm from who knows what. Wrinkles. A migraine headache. Pain. A dirty house. Illness. A friend who doesn’t call back. A mean neighbor. But there are even better things. Love. Home. Music. Dancing. Friends. Kindness. Flowers. Plums. Cheese. Cats. Dogs. Children. Laughter. Sun. Rain. Moon. Stars. I’ve got it all, right here, right now, always.

It is a great day…


Not Whiskey?!

Nash Metropolitan

Kelly’s Olympian

Big Pink


Leaf Sculpture

Neon Loans

Zoom Zoom

Favorite Driver


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