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  • Wraps: The Wheezing Finale

    Wraps: The Wheezing Finale

    Okay, we are back to wraps!  I must finish what I began. As discussed, I showed up at Sven’s Wraps just before 9 am on my first day, even though the place opened at ten, the first indication that things were not going to be…conventional with this team.  Dianne was supposed to meet me there,…

  • More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity

    More Thoughts About Jobs And Insanity

    There’s a real problem when you live in the West End of Vancouver: you never seem to leave.   It’s not as though I’m so enamored with this part of the city that I don’t see a reason to flee once in a while.  I’m an adventurous gal.  I’ve lived and traveled around the world.  I…

  • it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    it’s cat time: the dramatic sequel (or, “the sun’ll come out tomorrow”)

    That’s a picture of sweet little orphan Annie about two days after I adopted her.  How about that li’l ragamuffin with the all-knowing owl eyes, like two brand-new polished marbles?  She’s now the floofiest, most spoiled little chonker (at the vet two Saturdays ago, the first thing the doc said was “She’s pudgy,” which hurt…

  • okay: it’s cat time.

    okay: it’s cat time.

    I’ve written about rehab, about ESL (which, truthfully, is going to go on forever), written about my bruised ass, written about the weather. But now, it’s time to write about Vancouver. And cats. Specifically, my cat.  It was exactly ten years ago, 2014 to be sure, and I was living in a ground-floor flat with my then-boyfriend, Charles,…

  • Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    Eee-ess hell, part one of infinity

    It’s time.  It’s due time that I finally tackle the topic of The Worst Decision I Have Ever Made In My Life.  And holy Christ dangling from the cross, have I done some weird stuff. Like, I mean– I’ve dropped acid probably a dozen times. As a highly-emotional and empathetic person, this caused sheer terror and…

  • Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Wealth and hellness: last part, and then we move on

    Let’s get it out of the way: yes.  That is a very close-up picture of my right butt cheek, nearly two weeks after it landed with a most painful THWONK onto solid ice.  I tried to make the pic as bruise-centric as possible and not make it–y’know–a gratuitous picture of my ass.  It’s to show…

  • wealth and hellness (second part)

    wealth and hellness (second part)

    I have been keeping a journal (it just sounds more grown-up than “a diary”) since I was thirteen years old and have hung onto every last one of them, so naturally, this means that I have two giant suitcases crammed with various scrawled-in notebooks, ranging from cheap spiral-rings to fancy hardcover composition books I felt…

  • wealth and hellness (first part)

    wealth and hellness (first part)

    While I was briefly recalling COVID the other day, a lot of weird memories came back to me.**  I find this particularly odd, because I didn’t think I really had any memories of that first year and a half (March 2020 – fall 2021, the latter time being when I made some major adjustments to…

  • pearson airport barbarism: let’s just conclude this

    pearson airport barbarism: let’s just conclude this

    PRE-READING NOTE: This final entry has taken as much overdramatic, literary, morose license as the author saw fit.  However, no hyperbole was involved in the following account, because absolutely none was required.   So once the swab had circled the inside of both my nostrils and was packed neatly into a plastic baggie with my personal…

  • snowmen and airports

    snowmen and airports

    Mother Nature sure didn’t disappoint.   Went to bed last night and the city was bare; woke up earlier than usual to find everything covered in a fluffy, pristine, thick layer of snow.  There is honestly something magical when this happens, especially when it’s relatively new for your Pacific Northwest winter experiences.  I suppose this is…