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Post #3248: Fridays in Summertime
Working Fridays in the summertime should be optional really. It’s so hard to care about spreadsheets and data analysis when I’m looking out the window at the sun glinting off the ocean. My peek-a-boo view is enough to make me want to retire early… Continue Reading “Post #3248: Fridays in Summertime”
Post #3247: Summer Textile School, Week 3
Things were really quiet around the house this week with Brian away for work and the family that has been living with us (until the end of the month due to a housing crisis) away. It was glorious and I spent every extra minute… Continue Reading “Post #3247: Summer Textile School, Week 3”
Post #3246: Art and Craft
A few years ago, not long after I moved to Gabriola, a friend of mine stood in my weaving studio and said, “You should just be glad you are not an artist.” He was reflecting on his own struggles as a painter and installation… Continue Reading “Post #3246: Art and Craft”
Post #3244: A letter
Yesterday I posted an open letter about the failures of reconciliation in Canada that left me feeling vulnerable because I was using my voice as a civil service worker and union leader in a really public way – something I don’t normally do. The… Continue Reading “Post #3244: A letter”
Post #3243: Summer Onset
The California lilacs in and around my yard are in full bloom and buzzing with bees from five in the morning until 9 at night. A sure sign of summer on the horizon even it looks like June-uary might about to roll in for… Continue Reading “Post #3243: Summer Onset”
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