My Grandmother is still alive!
The Saga has continued. Well, in the sense that it’s ended. Apparently, SaskTel fixed my grandmother’s phone on Sunday. I don’t know yet if she’s going to be charged for…
Everything Else Drawer
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming
Everything seems to be in order. I have now, single-handedly proven the SCIENTIFIC HYPOTHESIS that if you bitch, moan, and kvetch about something hard enough and long enough, that thing…
The Road Less Travelled
When Wassisname Frost…ol’ Frosty…ol’ Chilly Britches himself wrote that famous poem, I’m pretty sure he wasn’t talking in *metaphors* and *allegories* and *imagery* and all that poetical crud. And really,…
Two-Fifty for a Highball
This drink here is called a Cuba Libre, according to Captain Dan. It was decidedly more than two fifty, and the lime makes *all* the difference. Amazing little fruit, that…
The Unmade Bed
The unmade bed tells a story, although I’m never sure whether it’s a coming-of-age story, a mystery, a thriller, or a book of rumpled poetry. Pillows askew, sometimes huddling on…
Not a Cohen Song
It’s four in the morning where you are. You won’t be awake yet. There is a stillness about sleeping alone that you never quite master once you’ve been pluralized. The…
Why I believe in time travel
I got out of bed at 4am, and was on the road by 4:30. We boarded the plane at 6:30 and were in the air for two and a half…