As I wrote to friend Jennifer, discombobulated is the name of the game. I awoke this morning in Guildford and said to myself: HUH? Two days ago musing in the bathtub at Dolphin Square there…
I write this from Dolphin House, which is the hotel associated with Dolphin Square. Why am I here when I am supposed to be in Guildford ? Sheer desperation borne of the fact that I…
Moving necessarily requires sorting, so this has been a time of sifting though papers and possessions, trying to decide what will go where, and why, and what will be left behind.It is a cleansing experience…
The time spent conversing with new young friends is immensely enjoyable and enlightening. They have such a fresh outlook on life and often see this London and this world in ways that are unexpected and…
So I began to look at the :”What Am I Doing, This Is Vancouver And I Am Going There?” with more jaundiced eyes. I sent the following email to the Niece’s Nexus: “I have begun…
My cousin sent this picture. Thank goodness I left my snow boots there on another trip. Anon, Alexis
Shabz, the wonderful woman at the Dolphin Square grocery store, has taken to procuring for me, without permission. Within the last two weeks she has come up with three men. She tells me that each…
It is not a preoccupation but the quest to discover the reason behind my eviction continues. There is a rumor adrift in the halls and byways of Dolphin Square that the place is being sold…
I receive an email from lifelong friend Bruce, This is what he says: “ I caught up with your blog. I had no idea about the teeth, the dentists and the seizures. Is there ever…
I am, quite frankly, depressed, let down and wondering why I am doing this blog. It is a solitary pursuit, this blogging. Friends follow or do not follow, Nameless, faceless people follow it or do…