Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Another thing I love, Love, LOVE about living where we do is that the people are freakishly friendly and neighbourly. Our asshole dog (she’s officially an asshole until she accepts the fact that she WILL poo while attached to a leash and WILL NOT do it as far as she can possibly get into some … Continue reading Not Old, just…. Older.
After our Tofino accommodation debacle, Neil and I changed plans abruptly, deciding to make our way down island to the Cowichan Valley and check out some of the wineries that have sprung up in the area over the past decade or so. Late August is a bit of a dodgy time to visit wineries. Their … Continue reading Vacation Lessons #3 – take a chance, make the call
That’s me in the purple. Congrats to the new Mr. and Mrs. Mayer! Also, my speech made the bride cry – I win! More photos here. Continue reading Weekend Wedding Whirlwind
Thank god I wasn’t expecting to birth my (likely not-so-) immaculately conceived (and thankfully non-existent) child any time soon, because while on our wee excursion, Neil and I broke the (until that point rumoured but not really believed) 11th commandment: Thou Shalt Not Arrive in Tofino and Expect to Find Suitable Accommodations if Thou Hast … Continue reading Vacation Lessons #2 – No Room at the Inn
I know a blow-by-blow breakdown of things that I did on my luxurious week of unemployment/vacation isn’t really interesting to anyone except those who were there – so I won’t torture you. However, there are a few very important lessons I learned while on my “fly by the seat of your pants” whirlwind tour of … Continue reading Vacation Lessons #1 – Dogged Determination
Borrowing a page from Sue, I give you the Readers’ Digest version of what I’ve been up to the past week: Approx. Kilometers Driven: 1200 Ferries Taken: 4 Coasts visited: 3 (mainland west coast, island east coast, island west coast) Minutes waited in line for the Earl’s Cove-Powell River ferry: 4 Nights gone: 6 Hotels … Continue reading Vacation by the Numbers
I had a strange fixation when I was a teenager about turning twenty-six. For some reason I always thought that was when life would really start for me. I imagined myself living in a great little apartment either downtown or near the beach, being successful in a career I loved and in a relationship with … Continue reading Not Old, Just Older