I love the part of my job where…
I get to show someone some sort of technical solution to an age old problem and they have an “oh my god that’s it!” moment. It does happen. Sometimes it’s so simple (to me anyway) that I can’t believe the problem is solved. My internal monologue always starts with “that was too easy.”
Had a perfectly lovely day
Woke to a heated Twitter debate about the merits of daylight savings time. We had crêpes for breakfast, with our usual apple and cheese filling.
Slushy
As I was getting my coffee this morning, I was looking at all the snow that fell last night. I couldn’t imagine the streets being at all clear. So I decided to walk. Big mistake. Sure I had the boots for it, but I hadn’t got 100 metres before I was splashed by a passing car.
Another yoga class spent not focusing on my breathing
This time I was thinking about how much easier it is to be the parent of a five year old than it is to parent a newborn. As my awesome teacher talked us through the various routines of poses with the long Sanskrit names, I started to think about my own routines and how they’ve evolved as Mallory has grown.
A shout out to my sister, Sheila Lawson
It’s my sister Sheila’s birthday today. She lives half way around the globe from me, in London England. We don’t see each other often enough and we don’t talk often enough, but I want to take a moment to say what an amazing person she is and that I love her.
A real nail biter
I’m trying to stop biting my nails – something which I’ve done since I can’t remember when – because Mallory’s started doing it and her parents want to model good behaviour.
Mallory at five. An improv song about fish
What to do. No playdates. Canal closed. Toboggan hills icy, bare or both. Skiing similarly gnarly. I know. Make a movie.
Who was the fourth Weaver?
Ronnie Gilbert, Lee Hayes, Pete Seeger… and and and. Damn. Couldn’t think of it. I was at yoga tonight. And the issue of who was the fourth member of the Weavers bounced around inside my head the entire time. No idea why. I haven’t listened to The Weavers in years.
How to fix long term care in Canada: Irene Jansen in Longwoods
It may have been Valentines day to most of us, but in our household today was the very proud day when Irene’s article in the scholarly journal Longwoods finally came out. This tremendous oeuvre was months in the making. Between writing, revising, soliciting commentary and writing a response to solicited commentaries, the creation of the article consumed huge amounts of effort.
Sledding, skating, reading and cuddling
This is how I spent my day. Mallory was in a bit of a sluggish, sensitive mood this morning. We hung around colouring, reading and not doing much until around 1pm. We were both getting kinda bored of that, though all my suggestions about what to do weren’t being well favoured. But eventually Mallory did agree to go sledding.
Taking stock at 44
Another signpost on the road to ultimate entropy, as a much-revered Dailyite used to say. So maybe a break from trashing… well… everything and a bit of taking stock this evening. What’s happened in the past and what I’m looking forward to in the year to come:
Skate skiing. I can do it. Who knew?
My mom taught me how to ski cross country sometime after I realized I was too scared of downhill skiing and before I left home. I did it a bit through high school, but never really got into it. I was able to do it, but as with so many things, if I didn’t excel at it, I dropped it.
A day full of meetings
I spent pretty much my entire day today in meetings. And yet I’m okay with that. They were meetings I needed to be in (including one where I had to present), meetings where decisions were actually made and or real facts were actually disclosed or plans were actually hatched.
Walk on the wild side. Cheeky, juvenile but it’s the Beeb
I have this love hate relationship with technology
I do. Some days, the stuff is just fascinating. Some other days, I just want to throw it all in the garbage and just sit in front of the TV. I suppose given that I’ve had some form of server in my basement since 1994 it must come as a surprise that I’ll even admit of disliking computers at all.
