I don't like Kelowna much. I avoid it, but my family is there.

I gave my mum a ride into town. And, with the car under me, I drove out a ways again and stopped by the house I grew up in. And walked the beach that was a short climb down a cliff.

There was a hole in a hedge - a cylindrical hollowed-out thing. I never did crawl through it. And it's gone ( Read more... )

This is a homey Sunday afternoon. Autumn sunlight falls in through the window and there are birds outside. I'm wearing comfortably warm clothes. There's a big pot of Thai stew on the stove, an open book of integral calculus, erudite commentary on CBC, me fiddling with one thing or another, and plans for a collective dinner in the evening ( Read more... )