inspiration

The other night T was in a good a mood.
He came home from a game of golf and asked if he could take me out to dinner.
He splurged and we ventured up to R. L.
We ate a fine Italian meal and then got in the truck and headed for home, by that time it had become dark out.While driving down the northern highway we saw a faint glimmer in the sky, as we made our way south it grew. Soon the horizon was blanketed by a green light.
He pulled over on the side of the road, we got out and sat on the tail gate as the most spectacular northern lights made their way across the sky. Blankets of green danced over us. It was like looking directly up at a curtain from the floor and watching as it billowed in a breeze. Bright green beams of light creeping snake-like and exploding into shimmering waves right over our heads. Until suddenly it was over.
If there is a God, that was it. A truly awe inspiring miracle coming to fruition and thus fading into nothing right in front of us.
That was one thing I have always wanted to see, and now I have.

It's all about being in the right place at the right time up here.
These things don't happen every day, but when they do...
Hold on to your breeches boys because they are about to be blown off!

Changes

So apparently, blogger changed it's design settings to make it more user friendly.
I'm not a friendly user, never have been, don't think I ever will be. I'm confused and didn't really realize I was making changes until they had already happened... and I can't remember what the old settings were, it's been too long.

Anniversary

Well Folks, I did it.
Almost.

One Year, here I come.
I'm not quite there yet. But soon enough it will come 'round. The seasons have come and gone. We are back in Fall. It was this time last year, this week in fact that T was making his way to the city in his four wheel drive chariot to carry me away.
Here is where he whisked me away to and I survived. But with the changing seasons I always seem to get a little home sick. I think it's the flux of my surroundings that makes me think of all the familiarity and stability I left behind. Not to mention Fall came a full month earlier then it would have in the south. I wasn't ready for frost on September 3rd.

With the coming of Fall, just like everywhere else in the Western World, obviously means Christmas is around the corner. Christmas brings something that people line up for. Something that people hoard and steal for. That's right, you guessed it, the Sears WISHBOOK! It's here. It came. We can all calm down. Our depraved selves will be unloading our bank accounts in no time. Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages of THINGS!

I say "we"...because I have done what I never thought I would be driven to do.

I ordered something from a catalogue.

By mail.

I flipped through the pages, something caught my eye, and I ordered it.
I ordered boots. Tall and slouchy at the same time, waterproof (fashion {I use the term "fashion" loosely} can also be functional, Sears taught me this) suede, and dark brown BOOTS. They actually don't look half bad, and by "not half bad" I mean good! Prefect for my Fall fashion needs. I mean I love my camouflage hunters boots. And as cute as they are, they really aren't that cute and aren't that versatile. All I really get from those are ironic butch...but if I wear them too much then they're just butch...right?
So these will provide the perfect balance between functional northern attire and girly-ness.
It's a Saturday morning I wake up bright an early, get my new boots on, go out for a walk with my pooch, and promptly step in dog shit.
Way to bring me riiiight back to reality, maybe these boots weren't as bright and idea as I thought. Since I live in a place where picking up your dog shit isn't a social necessity, in fact it's unheard of, if one wears their nice boots out for a walk it's at your own risk.
Cool.
Memo received.

This summer has been so fabulously busy that I once again have neglected my blog. Sorry cyberspace.
It seems real life might be trumping you.


But the first cold snap has come and I am once again driven inside. And thus here I sit in front of my computer looking for ways to fill the time.

This summer has been one to remember. Full of fishing, filet-o-fishing, and many other outdoorsy Canadiana activities, like camping, cooking, decking it, and gardening.
My crop of tomatoes and beans it fully in. The variety was slim and my effort levels waning so I only planted two kinds of greenery. I bought some potted herbs and they've done well too. Nearing the end of the season I don't think the stragglers will survive. The nights are becoming cold, and the vegetables will start to die. But it has been fun tending to my little veggie patch over the last few months. I guess it's true, we all become our mothers eventually.
speaking of which I really should get out there one last time and cultivate my crops.


So long.

I'll be back again soon.