Humbled by an invitation to witness forty-one people become Canadians. You only see the red serge jackets at important events...
Managed to salvage lemon pin-curls into a lemonade 40s up-do.
Pride while Mum and I taught Sister to crochet. Skills passed on. Bonds strengthened.
Saddened, but warmed, by an articulate and beautiful eulogy for a man I barely knew.
Oddly dreamt. Text message to Sister: Regarding my dream last night, the next time you shove a shotgun in my face, you best be prepared to use it. Love you! Text message back: LOL. Noted!
Inspired by sunshine leaking through painted glass.
Frustrated at an apparent pact with the devil playing out on the ice. My words were ineloquent. "That GUY can't tend goal for any OTHER team in the @*&%ing league???"