The one that got away

Now with a title like that you would think that this story about fishing. If you are regular blog follower you will know that going fishing isn’t really in my wheelhouse. In fact the last time I went fishing my children were little and it was right after my Cautionary tale.

But I digress and you must be wondering what “got away” on me.

For Better or Worse

About a kazillion years ago we said “I do” along with the words “for better or worse, in sickness and in health”. When you are 22 those words don’t have the same connotation that they carry as we age. Of course that is a generalization because many young couples face some tough times and ill health.

The odds though increase as we age. We have

The “Sign”

This post started out a lot differently than it is going to end.

On Wednesday, or Tuesday perhaps as holidays distort the days of the week, I awoke to a

Here’s the Thing

So here’s the thing. What do you do when you blow a commitment? Try and pick up the pieces or just like walk away? I had thought tonight was the night to catch up but it’s not. Other stuff called – time sensitive things like

Canada Day 151

Construction season leaves little time for blogging or Canada Day and we didn’t really get a rain delay like I’d hoped. After yesterday’s marathon 14 hours we could have used a break. So, armed with new work gloves, a jacket and a swig of

What I Miss

There aren’t a lot of things I miss about life in the city but the

Lost and Found

I’ve been so busy writing for my volunteer life that I’ve had no time to write for pleasure. It’s way more fun when no one edits what you write!

Today I’d like to write about what a fabulous job the

Signal Hill and Cabot Trail

We stood steeped in history as we walked up Signal Hill. It is one of the most iconic sites in Canada and yet the years haven’t changed it.

Cape Spear

We’ve now been to the most eastern spot in North America. Trust me that it was a lot warmer when we were on the most western tip of Europe! Portugal in the spring isn’t quite like Newfoundland in the same season!

Meandering

I can’t find that illusive opening paragraph that draws the reader in so perhaps I’ll just let the pictures do the talking.