wake-up call

"Every day is an adventure" is the slogan for teachers, teaching on-call.  Today is no different....

Alarm goes off.  I doze. I am still sick from last week. I had a great sunny (record 3 days in a row!) weekend hiking with two Austrailian shepherd pups (mine: 'Alvys' and his brother'Rocky')   Then, surprisingly, my cell phone rings again (my lovely 'morning walk' ring tone of birds chirping and dogs barking happlily)  and its a 5 day call (yippee) but 7:08AM!!!!! weird....and cell says 6:45AM!!!!!!  

Rocky                   Alvys

I'm out the door in record time.......back to a school I worked for 5 months in....a 30 min. commute.

H1N1 Vaccination Anthem - Vaccine Nation

on a clear day

Clearly.....(my son's new word)  "Clearly, I know that mum".....

Another dreary Vancouver morning.  But would I also be bored in a place where its always sunny and warm, always 12 hours of daylight/nighttime?  Shifts and seasonal shifting....but a little seabathing now would 'set me up for life'....


I am half-way thru Patti Smith's "Just Kids" memoir.  I'm drawn into her world....even for a moment (constant interruptions)...i escape to Manhattan, 1970, a constant fascination for me, small town Copper Cliff gal, longing to leave...for the 'big apple' and all those tall buildings....the off-off broadway....I'd come home from school to see my mum watching daytime talk shows-Merv Griffin, Mike Douglas....and there's Patti Smith, with her hair hanging over her face, one leg propped up and over an arm of a chair...beautiful yet homely...My mum commenting on her 'sound' and looks....I however, was hooked and collected anything i could of her....She loved the same (dead)people I did ....Brian Jones, Antonin Artaud, Jim Morrison.....I felt I had a kindred spirit...I would come across her again and again over my life...her music, her poetry, reflections....

dreary days in Vancouver

I have been negligent in posting to my blog (thanks Facebook) Yesterday was a great day-sunny, hiking, working out, visiting old friends....My daughter is knitting (something I would never really get into but admire those who are patient enough to do it) I have sat here for a long time and now feel its time to move and get my dining room/study tidy.

Brenna's birthday

My little rebel is now 12. My older one was, once, and is now on his way to being 15! Time is funny and sometimes irrelevant. Its such a weird concept that seems to control most of the world and tease us into thinking we need to be doing that or this at this time... What does 'being in the moment' mean? I thrive on the moments, not the days (DAZE?!) or years or seconds or hours....I love getting "lost in the moment" and "losing track of time"......

Happy Birthday my little sweetie, monkey amazing girl!!

soccer sunday

In the midst of my chaos (having misplaced 2 T4's along with a favourite pair of socks!) I still function and laugh and persevere....Just watched VITUS-another film to add to my list of favourites....(i remember how much I love Bruno Ganz's work....loved him in 'Bread and Tulips') I am thankful for going hiking yesterday with Julie and Luke to Lynn headwaters....a beautiful day! and living in a temperate rainforest, you must be willing to be spontaneous and in the moment, as you never know....when the rain might happen.

seasonally adjusted greetings again...

Sister DJ's Radio Band at Farmer's Market....Wise Hall Dec. '08 ccccccccolddddd day