My grandfather's clock hangs on the wall just outside my bedroom door.

When I was a child, sleeping on mattresses on the floor of the narrow tall creaking house that my grandparents moved into with their clock after their long tossing post-war journey across the waters of the Atlantic, that clock hung on the wall of their living room where my ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's almost time to hit the road. I am kind of freakishly excited. This time in two weeks, I'll be in Regina for our first night on the road.

I'm pretty sure I mentioned this in a previous entry (a long, rambling, previous entry, probably the one explaining my long absence and weird behaviour): starting September 1st, my sister and ( Read more... )

I guess it's about time I owed you guys a journal entry. ( This cut hides a long explanatory entry )

I actually got things accomplished this week, sort of.

On Monday night, I'd been online and was apparently sounding even more down than usual, so Cole came over with a suitcase full of movies and chocolate, and an overnight bag, and told me she was going to drag me down to the psych walk-in the next day whether I liked it or not. I don't know if I ( Read more... )

So it is SNOWING!

Like, a LOT. The trees are filled with it and it's actually staying on the ground now. It's been snowing big soft feathery flakes all day, and that makes me smile. The first snow of the year usually does. It's the ones after it that tend to make me unhappy.

Ah, we might actually have a white Christmas this year? Woo. For what it' ( Read more... )

The wind has been howling outside and I can't sleep. Nor is it necessary to just yet, as it is Saturday.

Tracy came down from Edmonton yesterday for the night. She left today; we all had stuff we had to do, but even the short visit was nice. She's much happier this year living with her friend Ann, so I'm glad for her. We went out to the Saigon Rose ( Read more... )

I feel... urgh. Can't stay awake, throat feels like someone scraped it raw, having issues breathing. Lovely. Maybe I'm developing allergies to fall? That would be horrible. Fall is one of my favourite times of year.

Sister is leaving for her Katemavik adventure this evening. She's so excited she can barely sit still. She's been texting me ever ( Read more... )

So, all told, I'm pretty happy with how things are going so far. My classes look pretty cool - I have pre-Confederation Canadian History, Modern Canadian Lit (... with a double Margaret course in the Winter, I'm going on a Canadian kick this year), Science and Religion (philosophy), Modern Apocalyptic Lit (yes, really, and with one of my favourite ( Read more... )

I keep losing track of time. It's like I've been dropped into an alternate dimension where each hour takes about ten minutes. I lost most of last week like that. And it's not even like I'm doing anything. It's that I'm doing nothing much, and suddenly the days are gone and I don't have any time left. I can't concentrate on anything I'm supposed to ( Read more... )

So Grandma's back in the hospital. She was supposed to have been moved into a nursing home two weeks ago, except she was released before she should have been (she was still not very well), and the person who did her assessment had informed my aunt that she was probably well enough to move into a general retirement home.

So they got her moved, and ( Read more... )