Hi there -
I'll be back with fresh journals on Monday, May 27, but I wanted to tell you something I hope will be of interest to you. A NEW DATE has been added to appearances in June - an afternoon in Markham - and I thought journal readers should be among the very first to know.
As you may have seen in the What's Up section of my homepage, I'm coming to Ontario the week of June 2:
June 3 - Indigo Mississauga (7 pm in conversation with CHFI's Michelle Butterly)
Hi there -
Welcome to Friday! I'm saying good-bye here for two weeks as we raise our heads and close our laptops (for longer periods than just overnight) and Rob and I reconnect with each other over the next little bit. As you may know, tomorrow marks four years since Lauren left us. The next day - well, you know what Sunday is. And if you're celebrating it, I hope that you and/or your mom (if you're lucky enough to have her with you) enjoy your day.
What wonderful things will happen today? That's the question with which I start every morning: I ask Rob to tell me something good (he always opens his email first) or I ask myself what wonderful thing will happen today.
Welcome to Wednesday! You've heard of birthday parties, Tupperware parties, cocktail parties, lingerie parties, bachelorette parties and even chicken pox parties, right? Well, let me introduce you to the most UNUSUAL party I've ever heard of. And, like something out of Studio 54 back in the day, everyone is eventually going to end up with their undies off.
Now that I have your undivided attention....
SO...this just in...yesterday afternoon I received an email from Gerry at New Wave Travel and it's looking like an exclusive taking-over-the-boat Rhine Cruise on the AmaStella in October 2020 is becoming a reality. I'll keep you posted; right now we're making sure of details. But I got that note just as I was sitting down to pen this today, so I had to pass it along. More to come when I get back from my little two week sabbatical.
This is Mental Health Week in Canada and I'm so glad to have something really meaningful to share here, thanks to a former morning competitor.
Well now - it appears I'm not the only person who was affected by that young woman off to work in BC Conservation (or hoping to be) and who was the subject of yesterday's journal.
Have you ever met or had a conversation with someone - in person or online - who absolutely shifted the way you thought about something? I did, and it happened in the most unlikely way. The discussion wasn't politics or religion or any of the "heavy" topics of which we tend (or used to tend) to stay clear of in polite conversation. The topic was hunting. And here's how it came up:
Today, as we begin a brand new month, I have to share with you something that has been eating at me for a couple of weeks now.
Just two days after we arrived home from Amsterdam, my new friend Nancy and I were guest interviewers at a local high school. I signed up through the Rotary Club of Sidney, to which I belong, and knew that Nancy, with her background in PR, would be perfect at this task: we were to do "exit" interviews with grade 12 students.
I need to talk to you about something. It's directed at men, but don't worry if you aren't one; you likely know or have lived with one, so I think you'll relate. And it has to do with toilet seats.
Tax Deadline Eve. This is a time of year that brings a familiar sense of dread - no matter whether we now have someone else doing it or have wised up to the software that makes taxes so much easier - and we never quite shake it.
Today, as this week comes to an end, I thought I'd put a ribbon on a trip that we counted down to for months - well over a year, actually - and that now is just a series of water-coloured memories. Make that canal-coloured.
I want to thank you. I know it seems I do that almost every day here (and the days I don't, I'm thinking it). But I'm still just sitting here marveling at the outpouring of kindness in the aftermath of the Marilyn Denis Show on CTV yesterday and the segment that included my interview with her (and family therapist Joe Rich).
Hey there - and welcome back. If you missed yesterday’s journal because of Easter Monday, we took a quick side trip to Paris with some special pictures that you might enjoy, including some banners that were hanging in Notre-Dame. Please check it out here.
Oh, I hope you’ve had a wonderful weekend and that the Easter Bunny was good to you. Me? I decided (rather unwisely) to answer the question: which are better, Cadbury Mini Eggs or Hershey Eggies? I’m not sure I’ve come up with an answer, but I will leave my sugar-coated body to science and let them work it out!
Isn’t that quote just perfect? Before we let the good times roll again today, I’ll be linking at the end to this week’s Walmart piece on getting the place spruced up before company arrives this holiday weekend. Give it a look and good luck!
Whatever you’re marking: Easter, Passover or even just an extra day or two to sleep in, I hope you have a great weekend. Come by Easter Monday for a few Notre Dame memories, but for today, more stories and pictures!
One of the wonders of the week we spent meandering through the canals and waterways of the Netherlands, and later Belgium, was seeing a dear friend come back to life.
Like most everyone who’s ever seen, walked past or entered into it, my thoughts today are with Notre Dame de Paris Cathedral, and the devastation that was wrought upon this 700-plus-year-old signpost on the journey of humanity from the middle ages to modern times. It’s truly heartbreaking to bear witness to the conflagration that gutted this majestic monument yesterday and I have a few personal memories to share. I’ll do that here on Good Friday. I hadn’t planned a journal that day, but it seems fitting.
Welcome to Monday! And just like that, a week of wonders and windmills (and wonderful fellow travellers) has come to a close. After an 8 hour long flight from Amsterdam to Calgary and then a connector to Victoria, Rob and I arrived home late yesterday afternoon to an ecstatic little dog and fresh flannel sheets in our own bed. Ahhhhh.