This conversation actually took place on the morning of May 15, 2017. Alexis calls cousin Gail Gail: Well you had a great Mother’s Day. Me: How do you know? Can you read my mind? Gail:…
I am proudly not a mother although I am glad my mother was one. Otherwise I would not be here. Many of you reading this blog would be grateful but it is too late now…
I awoke at 3 a.m. this morning and began a long series of misadventures which found me in the presence of Dave Dryburgh, a rather difficult task since he has been dead since 1948. He…
So just to orient you this is my Friday. I am getting much better at this – this being oriented to time and place. Time and place is psychological jargon – simply put it means:…
Well, I do not know if blogging is an art; but it ain’t a science. It is something that has taken over my life. The latest statistical report left me utterly flabbergasted, confused and anxious….
So I woke up early, do not have to be in the lobby until 8:15 for my trip to Whistler so you get to hear from me today. One has to love C.C.C. He said…
Cousins Geri and Gail came to Downtown Vancouver for lunch and we had such a jolly time. I was talking about our jovial moments and someone commented: “It sounds like you all have a sense…
Chief Concierge (hereafter C.C), gave me the day off yesterday. He told me blogging was not necessary on a daily basis and then (it will be revealed) rewarded me. It might just undermine my entire…
When I first returned to the New World from London, I would wake in the morning and have no idea where I was. Now I now wake up, look out the window of my posh…
Jessica of London, co-author of In Conversation and Contemplation at the Tate Britain brilliantly blurted this one day last year: “To be capable of steady friendships or lasting love, are the two greatest proofs, not…