I have been hunkered in all winter and have had a pretty nice little routine going on:

Sundays are (mostly) internet-free with either hiking on the agenda or playing tourist-in-our-own-town with recent visits to FlyOver Canada, the Vancouver Aquarium, UBC Museum of Anthropology, art galleries, Granville Island and all the other fabulous Vancouver attractions….We’re game to try anything that gets us out of the winter monsoons.

Mondays are laundry, cleaning the apartment and any errands that didn’t get covered on Saturday’s excursions.

Most of each Wednesday is taken up with a visit to the Menno Home in Abbotsford to see my dad.

The days in-between are spent writing, erratic volunteering at the Writers Exchange, writing my blog, painting and collaging in the studio or meeting new and old friends and/or colleagues for coffee.

All of this has felt necessary and good. I feel like we’ve really made Vancouver our home.

And…it’s all about to get blown out of the water.

I cannot seem to do things in half-measures.  I’m once again going from ‘No Travel’ to ‘Go Travel’.

Starting next month with a two-week trip to Cuba, and ending in November with a hiking trip in Japan, I will basically be gone more than I’m home.  I’m never really sure how these things start piling up, but I seem remarkably consistent in my inability to do anything with any modicum of balance.

Feast or Famine.

On or Off.

Zero to Sixty.

Here or There.

C’est la vie, mon cheri.

I remain yours truly and most-assuredly moss-free.