*I STARTED TO WRITE THIS SUNDAY, JULY THE THIRD...it's been busy, y'all. The following post is a mixed bag of tired (sleepy, not out of date…hopefully) thoughts, ideas, wishes and wants...I probably should have kept them to myself but I haven't written in so long, that I missed you all. Well, THAT seems promising, right? Okay. Here we go. I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THAT JUNE IS OVER. IT'S JULY, PEOPLE. IT'S JU-LY. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Today, I was filled with the FOMO...which is the FEAR OF MISSING OUT. (I googled) FOMO for what exactly? Well, everything. I see…

  (This is a long one, y’all…get a sandwich and a glass of scotch) APRIL 2022, HARCOURT, ONTARIO I’m laying in a bearably uncomfortable bed, inside a slightly rundown but lovely old-school cottage that I’m fairly certain is haunted…as cottages sometimes are. Jolene and I are under many blankets, weathering our first thunder storm and paranormal experience as a team...which is fairly badass, if you ask me. It’s all a very spooky kind of solo-with-dog-companion fun that I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy about five years ago. In 2017, being any kind of alone in an old-school cottage, on…

Those FACEBOOK memories. Those FRIGGEN FACEBOOK MEMORIES. In short? Fuck them. And god bless them. I've a love/hate relationship with those GD FACEBOOK memories. They can be a joy OR kryptonite...and until you scroll down on your phone, past the heading, you just NEVER know which thing it will be. While I don’t go on the FACEBOOK nearly as much as I used to OR post on there for anything other than work (OR to share dog adoption posts)...I DO go on and have a little lurk around sometimes, a little poke about, a little look-see. Don’t tell anyone, you…

Thoughts. You know how I love doing a good round up of thoughts...and I've had a FEW lately. Take them. Leave them. Love them. Hate them. They are opinions...and you know what they say about opinions? Pass them on…or something about assholes. OH, I hope your life is good, humans. OH,OH.... DO NOT read about MONKEYPOX. Just don't. Take it from me. It's just...well, don't. Maybe take a meander through my thoughts instead...and I hope they inspire some of your own. And yes, there is a lot of dog content coming up...you might say I was inspired to celebrate her…

  *Disclaimer: This is the first time I will be frank about SEX on here...but not right away...I kinda ease into it. (winks) It was a frigging thrill to write about it, who knew? I don't get into particulars...but I DO talk about it...so...I guess this is basically a warning to NOT read this to your kid and also to alert you that, yes, I have the sex. (shrugs) ALSO, if  THEY are going to try to take away a woman’s right to choose? I am gonna talk about SEX.  Let’s start at the very beginning, before we go THERE,…

My goal in learning to be alone is to enjoy it, not to endure it - Me, April 20th, 2018   Yesterday, I hiked a beautiful trail on Silent Lake (an apt name because it really was) near Bancroft, and paused for a moment about 3k in, to capture an Easter photo of me and Jolene to send to my family. This photo, to be exact. I mean. Can you see her super fleece? She loves that super fleece. She really does. I’m not just saying that like an aggressive dog lady. I sourced the sweater on the internet because…

It's tax time AND  when tax time comes around...I think of this story. This story happened. To me. ...a couple of years ago. Right after it happened, I was compelled to unravel it by writing about it. A year ago around this time (tax time, of course), I pulled it out, wrote a forward, then I passed it onto someone in my professional life to read, and they told me not to put it up...so I did not…and I don’t regret it BUT I do regret not listening to my own opinion first. BUT all in all the marination was…

“I think I’m landing in a sort of…is it loneliness? I don’t know. I don’t what this grief tunnel is like. I don’t know how to frame my life anymore. I know that every day feels like a week…and that by the time I go to bed…I feel like…the morning was…I can’t even remember when it started. And it’s not bad. I don’t mind that time is longer than it seems…than it is…’cause I know it’s all gonna crunch at the end…and run out. I guess I’m kind of beginning the dark floundering of what it means to be me…

OH MY GOD!!! TORONTO!! WASN’T TODAY JUST A GIFT FROM THE BABY JESUS!?!? I wrote the following thoughts before I woke up, walked out on my balcony…and discovered that it was 16 friggen degrees. 16 degrees on March 6th, 2022. THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF TORONTO ONLY NEEDED A LIN MANUEL MIRANDA SOUNDTRACK TO MAKE TODAY A MUSICAL. The people of this city were literally dancing, running, riding, singing, and spinning out their front doors and along the lakeshore, through the parks, along Queen Street, onto the patios...and I saw at least 14 pairs of shorts before I made it to…