Montréal love

Oh, Montréal. Words cannot truly convey how I feel about this city. One of the main reasons we like to go to visit is that it keeps us on our toes. It is full of such clever, creative and admirable people.


road trippin’, food makin’ and nelly dancin’

I have learned that I go through ebbs and flows with my want to communicate with others. Whether it is just my introverted nature or the ugly side of inherited mental illness remains to be seen. So, please forgive me dear readers (all 5 of you) if I have been silent. There will be times.

Last week I went strawberry picking with Mike’s mum (must remember to bring camera next time) and have been cooking up a storm. In my search for strawberry recipes, I have come across a few stellar blogs that I am itching to try every recipe from:

My New Roots

Sprouted Kitchen

Oh She Glows

Healthful Pursuit

I have already tried a couple and: yum.

Next week we are going on a road trip up to Montreal with some camping/bike riding scheduled along the way. I have also convinced Mike (who doesn’t, um, swim) to go to a water park in the mountains. A fun, non-drowning time should be had by all.

Finally, it has been quite hot here lately, so allow me to remind you of this.

p.s. shame Nelly has resorted to advertising for his new music via this old song.


I am working on a new ramble, about being a Luddite and finally getting the internet at home; it will be up soon. Time has been eaten up lately with learning Inkscape (new website design coming soon as well), gardening, finding awesome things at local garage sales and our new batch of 18 instruments. Tonight we heading over to Detroit to see the Besnard Lakes. Looking forward to it; should be a good show.


on being a waitress and an existential crisis of sorts

In New Zealand, Mike and I both had cushy jobs. Collectively we made about $120,000 (a crap load for a couple of bums like us). We both had fancy job titles and both worked for the “government”. We ate out a lot, travelled often enough and lived, what his parents now refer to as, a “shooter” lifestyle.

Yes, the slacker/punk/anarchists joined in. Low-level jobs and not in our own country, mind you, but it still gave us a glimpse of the government/corporate structure and I gotta say: No thanks. Can’t do it. Sorry. Not for me.

So, since coming back to Canada I have asked myself relentlessly “what next?”. Therevox is one of the paths, yes, but we don’t know how that is going to go. There needs to be more ideas here. More possible paths. You cast a few lines out, right? I have wracked my brain for something… anything. I have had ideas that made a bit of sense (speech pathologist) and ideas that were downright ludicrous (cirque du soleil… c’mon, it can still happen!), but nothing that actually caught my attention. I have occupied my time with learning to sew (and solder!) and playing interior designer with the apartment. And while I don’t have a concrete idea yet, I am still exploring, forever trying and doing my best not to be lazy (oh, how I would love to spend my days being lazy and eating poutine).

For money, I have been serving/managing a Thai restaurant.  I love waitressing; I do. Each table is a new dynamic, new people, personalities and interesting conversations. The money is great; especially for a city like Windsor. But, from time to time, someone will ask me why I am working there or if I am at the University, then when I say no, I get “Well, then do you have kids?” (you MUST be contributing to society somehow, right?). Occasionally I also have the pleasure of old “friends” from high school coming in and making me feel small (in turn making them feel larger-than-life for being the manager of a bank). Awesome. So, yeah, one could say that I’ve gotten some slack for being a 31-year-old part-time waitress. Thing is: I wanted a year of sabbatical. I wanted time to think about what the next step was. I wanted time to understand my strengths and weaknesses and how I can best use them to my advantage.

And now I have a couple of ideas. So, watch this space… and keep me honest, dear readers.

The D


It definitely has a reputation. Crime. Recession. Racial segregation. Class warfare. Sprawl. Desperation. Resentment. Abandonment.

Here is another version (not to suggest any/all of the above are not relevant):