Yes, I'm still here.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010
I am still here with nothing deeply profound to say.

I could speak of the gut wrenching sound I was awaken to this morning at 5:30 which was an odd occasional barking/shrieking/raspy kind of noise in my back yard that the guys at prayer time first though may be a fox, then thought better that it was probably the large cat, or perhaps I should write Cat, that's been roaming the area of late. I nearly asked for a ride to the house after that.

Or I could speak of picking up Hillary in Edmonton in the middle of the night at Denny's where her ride dropped her off. She's with us for the week.

Or the amazingly wonderful Olympic hockey we watched on Sunday with Canada vs. USA wherein I nearly lost my spleen and let go my bladder and watched Canada grow in it's sense of identity. We're still a young nation you realize, and we've not conquered other landmasses, yet. This is the closest we get to that.

But things are just a bit heavy around here, and by here I simply mean me.

Might be from the flu last week or from how behind I am, or the attempts at spring being made outside, I don't know. But I'm just cranky.

Time to grab a bit of lunch and then I'm off to town to catch up on some visits.

I'm still here.


  1. Glad you're OK.

    Canada's lack of punitive expeditions and violence toward others indicates a maturity, rather than youth. It has taken a long time for much of the world to realise that invasions are not normally the actions of a healthy nation.

  2. It may just be the attempts at Spring. When I was edgy and cranky on Sunday, I told Dixie that it was because the snow was melting and the sky was blue.

    Early Spring is possibly the most awkward time of year and for some reason it depresses me. This seems counterintuitive, but it seems to be a fact.

    I thought it might be the overt sense of change in the air (a psychological issue), but I don't feel this way in autumn.

    Early Spring is the only time of year I would rather live in the mountains. For some reason, melting snow and the resulting streams of water seem much more fitting there.


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