Welcome in to this final journal of 2015.
With this, I wish you and your family a happy, peaceful Christmas and Holiday Season and I wanted to share with you a few final thoughts on a tradition to which we're saying good-bye. I don't think it'll come to you as much of a surprise, but you certainly deserve to be told this personally.
When I think back to how high our hopes and spirits were in January of this year, it almost takes me out at the knees. So, I try not to.
Welcome in to this final journal of 2015.
So much on our plates these days - everyone so stressed about deadlines and making things just perfect. When really all you want is to be loved. To be remembered. To be comforted or thought of. Such a world of difference between the words "lovely" and "lonely" and yet they're only one letter apart. Have you ever noticed that?
I know this is a generalization and it doesn't apply to everyone; my own Rob is the exception. But is it genetic or something? Are males just predisposed not to like shopping? I had to ask that, and a question about parenting on a plane after our weekend in Ottawa.
As Phil and Colin say hello to their new home today and good-bye to the hotel that gave them refuge during the past three-plus months, I will say that at least the place was close to shopping.
Here we are, mid-point of December and it's feeling like spring. As I put on the helmet again yesterday, Rob reminded me that we've been out on his motorbike together more this month that we were all summer.
Our travels to Ottawa this month have been a breeze: Rob and I booked flights, thinking the roads might be iffy at best for these drives to see our boys, but it turns out we would have been just fine. Who could have predicted this? Well, besides climate scientists....
Welcome to a brand new week - the last full work week of 2015 for many of us. And at last, there's some hope and good news on the horizon in the story of our little family in as the year comes to a close.
Sometimes you just have to stop and pinch yourself. I mean, it's pretty amazing to be standing on one of Canada's busiest street corners, just hugging people...and not getting hauled away for harassment! But then again, these are CHFI listeners, so what did we expect?
Two weeks until Christmas Eve and I think our shopping - what little of it there seems to be this year - is just about done. But that's not what I'm checking in for today. I thought you might like an update on how we're doing as we approach another small road marker since Lauren's passing. You know, since you've been asking.
Yes, there are just over two weeks left until Christmas, but my shopping is almost done. It's been mostly online, I have to confess, and I've sure had my eyes opened.
Have you seen sparkles on a co-worker yet this year? I'll bet you have. In fact, I'm still finding little bits of gold dust on my face, two days after having hunkered down to try to write some cards to people close to us before we close the books on things we have to do this Christmas.
I've been very kindly given one more "ME" day from the show today - the last before our Christmas holidays begin after December 18th, in alignment with the TDSB calendar (something we do every year). I'll never be able to thank Mike, Ian, Gord, Steve and the wonderful Julie James enough for helping to carry my load this year. I'm truly grateful and to the other Julie (Adam) and Wendy Duff for knowing that if I won't ask, they offer.
As we get set to welcome - and I do mean welcome - this first weekend of December, I thought I'd share with you a little video I shot. It's overpackaging at its worst.
It's going to seem like you've read the beginning of this journal before, but you haven't; it's yet another sad milestone for our morning show today. You wonder just how much one year can throw at a team - a radio family - and yet, we keep going just because we have to (and because of you).
There are some days when you just shake your head and ask, "What next?" Yesterday was one of those days.
It was just after 6 am that I saw a note on Facebook from our son-in-law. Uh-oh, I thought, that means it's been a rough night. And sure enough, Colin, with a wicked rash (brought on by a reaction to diaper wipes, of all things) was up extra early - undoubtedly after a short night's sleep. And Tuesday is the day Colin and his dad go into in the University of Ottawa's CHUO and do their afternoon radio show, called "The Album Drop".
This is Giving Tuesday, and I'm going to start by not giving you the cold I've had since Friday! You're welcome.
I suppose someone came up with this day to try to balance the off-kilter karma brought on by Black Friday and Cyber Monday. Whatever the reason, it's all good with me. There's even a website you can check out, called givingtuesday.ca if you want to learn more. More than 4,000 Canadian charities and businesses are taking part, and that's a great thing!