unusual westcoast winter

no more drama

It’s eight:thirty and I’m fighting to keep my eyelids open. I spent last night in a cabin in the woods with 32 students and 3 faculty associates. Great food, great story tellers, an afternoon hike, and an evening huddled around the fire making music made sleeping on cement floors bearable.

It was snowing again when I woke up. During breakfast, few people were worried how they were going to drive up the hill. Hoping they wouldn’t get stuck. This seems to be a recurring theme in Van City lately. Last week, Production Way (the road that goes up the hill to Simon Fraser University) was closed. All busses were rerouted, adding an extra half an hour to my 60 minutes morning commute. Also, the back and front fence of my house had been down since December, the roof of BC place is still deflated, Stanley Park looks like it has alopecia from all the fallen trees, the black-outs, and of course, the two weeks we had to boil our water.

I have to admit, I sort of enjoyed the silt in our water event. It gave a little drama to this lovely city, but driving across Stanley Park today was depressing. From the Lions Bridge you could see bald spots and washed out roads. I hope no more drama is in store and I’m counting down the days cherry blossoms make their appearance

I haven’t written on this in awhile. There are tons of things to write, but I haven’t had time to sit down and tap away at the keys. There is also the question of why I blog? Its self involved. It adds to the “me” culture which I’ve justified by thinking that writing is a selfish act. I still think this way, but recent interactions with unintended audiences made me re-evaluate how I want to control who has access to my writings . In two weeks my practicum begins. The last thing I want is to have faculty, colleagues, and students read something I’ve written and think that it is an accurate representation of me. At best my writing captures a fragment of truth which represents me at that moment.

I started this blog two years ago to keep in contact with friends. I haven’t been doing a good job with that so here’s an overview and self reminder of the last 6 months:

1. School started this week. One week down. 46 left to go.
2. Jen got married to Mark. Seeing them over Christmas made me believe in love again.
3. Ian is almost as tall as I am. And a trip home is not complete without eating tons of cookies at Anne's home.
4. Bowling with Geret and Robb in Winnipeg is priceless.
5. Time is the best gift you could give. A lesson my Mom Marg thought me over the holidays.
6. That you are never prepared to lose a love one, regardless of how long you’ve been separated.

7. Montreal has the best poutine.
8. Sharad is a pretty cool Indian
9. Hanging out in the farm with Aleks and her parents rocks.
10. A wedding along St. Lawrence is beautiful.
11. Tea with Vancouverite friends is not often enough.
(Pics soon to follow)