Thought Salad

Tag: memories

  • Resolve

    Resolve

    My first full day in Montreal in almost ten years was strangely familiar and yet very different. The grey clouds pushed out flakes of white as I walked streets I didn’t remember, to a conference for those who’ve lost their memory. The irony wasn’t lost on me as I found my destination. I listened with…

  • Montreal

    Montreal

    We made it. After a long and gruelling trip from Calgary to Montreal via west jet, we made it. I marveled at how well my kids do on a plane, as long as they have an iPhone to keep them busy. I wonder again how my parents kept their sanity, now that I have three…

  • Montreal

    Montreal

    We made it. After a long and gruelling trip from Calgary to Montreal via west jet, we made it. I marveled at how well my kids do on a plane, as long as they have an iPhone to keep them busy. I wonder again how my parents kept their sanity, now that I have three…

  • Soft repose

    Soft repose

    Sometimes I wonder how it was I got so lucky in life A wonderful job, amazing friends who’ve touched my life, A husband I love and family I get along with and enjoy. But anytime I begin to fret that life isn’t quite what it should be Or that I haven’t achieved what I set…

  • A light in the dark

    A light in the dark

    Some days you roll over on the wrong side, Step out of bed a crank Wonder why you bothered at all When fate gives your life a yank Some day’s are worse than others Some weeks never seem to end Today was one that was endless When I really could have used a friend But…

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Lucky day

    Lucky day

    Friday the thirteenth has always been a lucky day for me. I guess when I set the bar as not being burnt at the stake a good day for a Friday the 13th, it’s relatively easy to be happy. I had a short day at work, which allowed some errands to be done and then…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Robin is missing

    Robin is missing

    It’s the fifth of April as I write this and I’m looking out the window at snow that refuses to melt. At one point last week, I was becoming hopeful that spring was just around the corner. The sun was staying a bit longer, and the warmth through the window felt nice. But as the…