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By “mood” I mean Christmas of course. But there was no way I was going to drive all the way to Castlegar and Nelson without getting in some play time as well – especially given that today was crazy warm and sunny.
So – rather than getting into the alpine, I think I got the next best thing: Dove Hill, which faces south and is a nice uphill leg-stretcher.
I brought Abby along and we had a super good time, Abby especially because I shared my sandwich with her.
And that’s it – Christmas shopping done – home in time to have a bubble bath and an afternoon nap.
I am about to explore Facebook before a game of Scrabble. This is likely not a good idea because things will be political and I’ll jump in or I’ll read and get depressed. But if I am to be of any use at all, I must stay informed.
I loved the post Simon shared today about Einstein.
Simon identifies with him – being a dreamer and a loner and needing time to be by himself for thoughts, ideas and creativity to develop.
I identify for similar but different reasons – I need time to be alone too but my best alone time is on long, long (did I mention long?) walks.
In both cases, I think this alone time is a form of meditation – of tapping into something cerebral and spiritual and a place to replenish – perhaps connect with something universal.
All I know for sure is that when I have that kind of time, I am refreshed and filled with something that’s not quite happiness and not quite joy – but it surely does feel awfully good.
Dark – holy heck it’s dark. On the other hand, only one week and the days get longer – only seconds a day at first, mind you. But still…. I’ll grab all the good news I can get.
Good news is that Abby and I took a good small hike on the Awesome Trail. Tomorrow we are off to do our Christmas shopping with a hike along the way.
And on Monday, we are off with Ben (and perhaps more) to do Evening Ridge. Thank goddess!
I was getting more than a little stir crazy. Evening Ridge should cure that nicely.
I think the one word that pretty much sums up the day is “slush.” For want of anything better, it will do.
We walked in slush today on the Galena Trail with the dogs – they didn’t appear to mind one bit – or perhaps they did because when we were all dressed and ready to head out the door, neither pup was willing to leave the comfort of a soft bed by a cozy fire.
At any rate, we did that. The fire is warm, it’s dark out (as of 4 p.m.) and I am watching the avi warnings for the weekend. I will probably not be doing Evening Ridge on Saturday – if I could drive up there, I would likely go on my own – but I don’t think I’ll get any takers.
I suppose I’m a bit like Sheila’s Al – when your time comes it comes – meanwhile, live your life! There are far bigger risks than walking through Hummingbird Pass – like driving up to Whitewater for instance.
At any rate, I’m already suffering from cabin fever so I’ll have to cook something up and sadly, it may have to be Red Mountain lookout. Oh well – as long as it’s not more often than once a year.
The best news I can latch onto today are the political missives from the States. Nancy Pelosi is already reining in Trump – it looks like his days are numbered. At last.
There are more and more glimmers of hope, otherwise known as a return to sanity – or at least something resembling sanity.
It’s getting to be more and more interesting to watch.
Blessings? A cozy home and a loving man and two goofy pups. More than that, of course – but those are pretty darn good for starters.
It was a snow day, a frustrating day, a giggly day and, ultimately, a fine day.
It started as expected: no driving south to Whitewater. The roads were icky and, as I understood, littered with cars in the ditch.
And so I started the day by taking photos through my windows and a photo of my beautiful, just-opened Amaryllis – and Abby hugging her teddy. This is her favourite activity: lying on her bed near the fire with her teddy.
Then baking bread and then a small hike to Bannock Point with Simon and both dogs. This was the giggly part of the day. We went out on the awesome trail and then higher and then some bushwhacking – for some reason Simon doesn’t quite trust me when I say the slope is gentle and easy. I can’t understand why not.
At any rate, it was fun and warm and just enough slippery snow to make me fall a couple of times.
As for the politics part of the day – I called the Tennessee Governor – apparently his phone was overwhelmed and I could only leave a message on his voicemail – but I was at least able to express in no uncertain terms that sentencing Cyntoia Brown for 51 years was insane and unjust. Here was a woman, sex trafficked while still a child – killing a man in self-defence – and she gets 51 years! Meanwhile, a rich man with expensive lawyers gets three years of house arrest (pretty much house arrest as he only has to go to prison to sleep) for sexually molesting and raping a string of underage girls. One law for the rich and one for the poor.
Snow – wet, heavy, slippery snow and lots of it.
The kind of snow that has cars sliding into the ditch and vehicles crashing into each other.
So all I did today was a bit of shovelling, taking the dogs on the back 40 and brushing them for a very long time. This last bit was important: I think I took several Pekingese out of their fur.
Things to be grateful for: a warm house, a cozy fire, a clean house (yes – I did that too) and possibly some food for dinner although the latter is iffy. I haven’t peeked into the fridge yet.
Things to feel frustrated about: can’t do Evening Ridge tomorrow. Driving in this? Not a chance!
I would love to hit walls right now. Really! Hitting walls would feel good. I would also like to rant.
I will not do either. This too shall pass.
Who knew that it was more than 1,000 metres up to Pine Cone Inn? Well, technically, at least 20 minutes past and up from Pine Cone but still – those were some serious metres to log, especially because they were on a f***ing road!
Yes, this was my fourth time up that way and every time I do it I swear that nothing, but NOTHING will make me do it again.
But it was the first time that Nicky, Shiela, Ann and I have all been together for a while and Sheila is leaving tomorrow for a month and soooooo…
So we slogged it up that horrible road and I hardly complained at all. Well, maybe just a little. Maybe more than a tiny bit. Hmmmm – I think there was actually one small part near the end where I said something positive – and then there was the fast downhill and I think I said something nice on the way down. I think what I said was “Are we there yet?”
That counts as nice, right? Right?
It was foggy. We were in a cloud. We had no views. We giggled nevertheless. It was nice – “nice” being the word of the day.
Make sure you never hear any of us calling you “nice” and you’ll be okay.
The company was wonderful. The bubble bath afterwards pure bliss.
And Simon is excited about a new idea that I really like too.