Still here. Attila and I spent Sunday in Toronto. Most of our time was spent walking about, poking around my old neighbourhood, making note of changes and browsing book stores. Then it was down to the Free Times Cafe, another old stomping ground, to hear Steve Paul Simms and friends perform. Old familiar tunes, new… Continue reading Walking
Author: Maggie Turner
Damn The Torpedoes
Yesterday there was nothing about work I could have complained about, I just didn’t want to be there and the experience felt jarringly discordant all day long. I maintained my smile throughout. Sometimes the corporate straight jacket fits a little too tight; the abrasions are still chaffing this morning. Attila and I made a trip… Continue reading Damn The Torpedoes
Installments
Friday Morning I’m writing in installments just in the case the day goes haywire and I don’t make it back to my computer. I’m working in two locations today, with about 20 minutes for lunch in between. Busy day. It is feast or famine when it comes to work. It is milder now, and much… Continue reading Installments
No Mutual Touching
Storm warnings in effect here for today, and sure enough it is snowing to beat the band and the wind is huffing and puffing to strip the heat out of the house. Attila couldn’t get into the driveway when he came home from lunch, the snow plow had been by and left a mountain of… Continue reading No Mutual Touching
Out of Step
I am still attempting to elicit a response, since January 24th, other than “he’ll get back to you”, from our lawyer. He holds funds in trust for us and I simply want to know if they were paid out to the government. This is not a complicated question, yes or no, so I fear that… Continue reading Out of Step