16 years. As of yesterday - First Day of Spring - that’s how long this journal of mine has been going.
I am so excited for someone today and I have to share this with you. Because this is a big, HUGE red letter day and this woman is ALL heart.
And how does this Tuesday find you, my friend? In our house it’s one of “those” days…gonna be a little cranky until I can drop Rob off for his colonoscopy mid-afternoon. Seriously - who gets a colonoscopy in the middle of the afternoon? That is so a first-thing-in-the-morning event, especially when we didn’t have anything else going on today. Ah, live and learn.
If you’ve not had to prepare for a colonoscopy, then you may not know what this is all about. Fear not, I won’t get graphic. But if you have had to, you’ll totally get what I’m talking about here.
I trust you had a lovely weekend - or at least one that had just the right amount of activity and nothing at all. For me, it was definitely more of the latter, and that’s how I like it right now, still settling in as we are after a winter away and then the trip to Southern Ontario.
So, yesterday being 3.14 on the calendar (at least, as some read it), it was designated Pi Day. In addition to being Albert Einstein’s birthday, it’s also the day that a Google employee set a new record by calculating Pi (the ratio between the circumference and diameter of a circle) to 31.4 trillion digits.
There. Now that we’ve gotten all that science-y stuff out of the way, let me tell you about one of the most memorable presents Rob and I have ever received: pie. And the fact that it came from a most unexpected source makes it even more special.
Here we are in the final week of winter (or so says the calendar) and I understand that for some of the folks who join me here from Ontario, there’s a bit of a mild (albeit wet) spell settling in. Not good for those worried about flooding, but great for the soul and a reminder that even the crankiest winters can’t last forever! Here near Victoria, we still have smatterings of dark, dirty snow piled on the ground, but the blossoms are out on some of the trees and we’re heading for a cloudy high of 8 degrees today. Not bad, but not cycling weather (for us) just yet.
Hey there - I wanted to remind you gently that if you're so inclined, you might want to catch tonight's etalk. It's on CTV and I had a beautiful few minutes talking with a tearful Ben Mulroney. As I mentioned here last week, it really opened my eyes to who this man is at his heart.
You probably know Arlene Dickinson: famous for her prominence on the Dragons' Den panel, she's about to embark on a new show on CBC (starting this Friday at 8:30 pm) called Under New Management, in which she "takes budding entrepreneurs on a life-changing journey of assessing businesses for sale and whether they are really ready, and have what it takes."
Ah, Monday. It's been another unusual weekend of calls, texts and emails letting us know about the lists that Mourning Has Broken has landed on. Biggest news came Friday that we were #1 in Canadian non-fiction and #2 non-fiction (behind Ms Michelle Obama) on the Toronto Star list, as well as #1 in the Globe and Mail (Canadian non-fiction) and #3 in non-fiction. To say that this is unexpected is an understatement!
I need to start today's journal with an apology. If you've been among those who have written to share your personal story of loss, please know that I have highlighted your email and am taking the time to answer each one individually.
I'd just come home yesterday after a blessedly uneventful visit for a mammogram when the thought of cancer actually manifested itself in words. But this wasn't about me: it was news on my Twitter feed that Alex Trebek says he has stage four pancreatic cancer and is vowing to fight it.
Ah, home, sweet home. For the second time in two weeks, Rob and I found ourselves unpacking our big teal-coloured hard shell suitcases yesterday and just tossing most of their contents in the direction of the washer and dryer. Some stuff goes back into the "travel" closet (where the extra curling iron and travel-sized bottles live). I want to pitch two pairs of high heels into the ocean, but I'm sure it would just prove frustrating to mermaids, so I'll keep them until I forget the pain, remember how they looked and pack them again.
This won't be a long one - I have about 77% on a dying battery and am not guaranteed a power supply on the plane.
I've many stories and observations to share with you after a whirlwind (almost) two weeks in Ontario but there was news of a death to which I had no real, personal connection that shook me yesterday as I'm sure it did many people.
I hope you enjoyed the sunshine that visited us in Ottawa on the weekend and if you want someone to thank, that would be us. After taking our lives in our hands with a rental car in Toronto that had tires that weren't fit for swinging on, we made a decision to pay an extra $17 a day for snow tires when we rented an SUV in Ottawa. Good call, I'd say; even though we never had to put them to the test, it was worth it for the peace of mind that came with driving our sweet little boy here and there.