Unwinding in a Salt Cave
I dislike caves. I don’t like going into a place that I can’t quickly get out of. Claustrophobia isn’t as bad as it used to be, but when it comes to a cave, all bets are off.
…I dislike caves. I don’t like going into a place that I can’t quickly get out of. Claustrophobia isn’t as bad as it used to be, but when it comes to a cave, all bets are off.
…One of my voice-over clients asked me to consider a full-time job working only for them, late last year. It was flattering but I immediately turned it down. Some people in my circle thought I was nuts.
…I had planned to write today about the panel discussion I’m hosting this week . I will do that tomorrow. Today, I have to acknowledge the horrific crime that happened in my beloved city of London on Sunday night.
…I’m going to be part of something cool on Zoom in June and I’m getting excited about it!
…Who doesn’t stop and marvel at a beautiful deer when it happens by? Or wonder how birds of prey find food in winter?
…I’m lookin’ out our new back door!
…Leaving CJBK, and radio, took a lot of time to decide on. Except for a couple of brief instances here and there, for more than 30 years I’d always had a full-time, steady paycheque-with-benefits kind of job. Did I have what it took to be an entrepreneur?
…My usual sense of careless joy deteriorated into a sense of ennui the likes of which no feline before me has ever had to endure. But, dear readers, I am nothing if not resilient. Things seemed to improve and my disposition experienced a boost along with them.
…I’d like you to meet my new company! It’s a partnership with my friend and longtime journalist and communications pro, Scott Taylor: White Hat PR! We’re the good guys and the good guys always wear white hats.
…There is nothing left in this house except the things that belong to me. My scratching post that looks like a bent toilet brush, my basket of toys and brushes. Best of all, my fuzzy, puffy pouf and of course, my food. I must face the fact that we are camping now. The furniture upon which I leave my fur is now but a memory. These humans cannot be reasoned with. Take note of my facial expression. This air mattress has no give!
…People now seem to understand the depth and breadth of human trafficking in the London area. The Forest City is attractive to these horrible creeps who deal in slavery because the city is so accessible from the 401. It’s easy to move from city to city, Toronto to Windsor, and all points in between.
…Recently, I lamented on Facebook that there was no junk pick-up service that considered Wallaceburg part of its territory. None. Not the well-known 1-800 company, not a random guy with a truck – nada.
…Several rooms to move, actually. This wasn’t a difficult decision but it’s not easy to reveal because it’s so unusual. We’re moving again!
…Things move more slowly in a small town. But when it comes to getting some work done at the house, they’re at a virtual crawl.
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I would be more nervous about my presentation tonight at London’s rebooted momondays, if not for the faith the organizer has in me.
…“New toilet’s in!”
…Does anyone really like moving? Moving companies, I suppose. It gets easier the more times you do it but I haven’t done it in a decade.
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In the deepest recesses of my heart, I’ve been longing for a change. Something big, radical, totally different. I wrestled with the idea and it pinned me and held me down. I tried to talk myself out of it but I found it was a better debater. My husband was on board from the start. But how would that change look? What would it take to make it happen? …