Every year my husband’s company takes all its employees away for three days and two nights to a series of workshops punctuated by very good meals and the amenities of an upscale hotel in the country. I have to make the best of being left at home. It reminds me a little of the movie […]
It’s raining again today and we are halfway through July so the farmer in me says, it’s been a wet July or a wet summer so far. I think that we have watered the garden once this year, sometime in June. Sigh! Actually, when it rained Sunday morning, I am sure a lot of people
The photography group that I am in and out of these days is doing an exercise on the ordinary. Ordinary is what happens daily. It’s the extraordinary that takes work. However, photographers do ordinary very well, and some make it extraordinary, without a lot of effort. I have written before about photographers who have literally
I’m sitting here just a little antsy to be off doing something different, something exciting perhaps, certainly something better than face booking my morning away. Yes I have seen some amazing “things” on-line – gorgeous trees houses, inventive coffee cups, creative videos of just about everything….etc…etc…. I love looking at what others have done, but
About eighteen months ago, I moved my office across the hall. The hall is three, maybe four feet wide. So I guess you could say that I moved about four feet away. I vacated one room and opened up another. No big deal! Life went on. Letters arrived, parcels arrived and the postman picked up
After our last day biking Le Petit Train du Nord, we decided to stay the night in Ottawa, rather than drive the five hours or so back to TO all in one go. We had not booked a hotel in the capital, because we weren’t sure what our plans would be. Who stays in Ottawa
The final leg of the bike journey on Le Petit Train du Nord was 42kms from Val David to St. Jerome and it was for the most part all downhill. We did coast past cyclists who were going the other way – uphill. They were struggling. Now I know why the tour bus takes you
I gather that you get to have a “des Monts” after your name, in the Laurentians, if you are a town that is really at the top of a mountain. Well, Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts certainly is and anyone who has cycled to it along Le Petit Train du Nord painfully knows how really high it is!! We’ve
OK, It wasn’t built overnight. It had been there all the time, only I hadn’t seen it. That is, I hadn’t looked at an elevation map. This was an old train track, why would I have to be concerned about elevation? Why, because I’m not a puffer belly – OK, I puffed a lot on
The cycling trail from Labelle to St. Jovite was more of what we had remembered from ten years ago. It was gently rolling and very flat in many places. It wasn’t as easy as yesterday’s paved trail, but I would trade crushed stone for pelting rain any day!! Although there was a lot of heavy
