If you've been reading the instalments of my life for the past six months or so, you've noticed the not so subtle military undertone colouring my ramblings.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Hum a happy tune, move like a hillbilly
The final conditions were waived at last. We're free to shop!
A last pre-shopping challenge.
Our son has offered his now semi-homeless parents a room at the inn. There's a queen-size bed, but... wait for it... no mattress.
A last pre-shopping challenge.
Our son has offered his now semi-homeless parents a room at the inn. There's a queen-size bed, but... wait for it... no mattress.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Big Move to the Big Smoke (and mirrors)
I know why it's a Big Move, but I have no clue why it's the Big Smoke,
and I have no inclination to Google it. We already have enough dim views
of Toronto as a new place to call home, that adding one more is a bad idea.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Bright, bright lights on a waning winter's day
Time passes. Memories fade.
That may be the most poignant fact of our lives.
That may be the most poignant fact of our lives.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
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