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the Short List Revisited… seven years on….

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I doubt that any of the current readers, lurkers and trolls that stumble across this blog have actually read the ‘short list’ post that I put up in 2006.  This is not, nor was it ever intended to substitute for a ‘bucket list’.  Here it is again, just ‘because’  I’m thinking that I will begin to build the core of the current incarnation of the blog around it with homage to my cancer battle and my challenge with the stroke.  What do you think?the ‘re-post’ starts here>> As I am drawn through the day-to-day meanderings that make up my world, … Continue reading the Short List Revisited… seven years on….

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…a strategy for attaining nirvana…

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Skating on the thin ice of dreams and an unorthodox approach towards nirvana, I have identified three goals. These are three things that I desperately want to do before too much longer. Its funny how, as my darling wife confronts her mortality using her skirmishes with menopause as the locus and focus, I am being forced to address those hidden desires and dreams which mean something to me… so, these are the three goals:1. learn to sail and then captain a 40′ +/- from Victoria to Mexico/Costa Rica and back again.2. take an extended gourmet cooking class: either a Cordon … Continue reading …a strategy for attaining nirvana…

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Relaxing weekend, except for the comedy of errors…

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As I sit under my little Chinese umbrella in my Muskoka chair (they are NOT indigenous to the Airdoronaks, dammit!), sweltering in the 35 degree C heat, banging away at this laptop, I find myself quite relaxed and generally happy with the way the weekend has been going. Tomorrow morning, really early, I’m jumping on a jet and heading the rest of the way West… Victoria… to meet up with my darling and our eldest daughter. But for now, I’m just enjoying being somewhere that they aren’t bombing me, shooting at me, flinging hand grenades at me, or in any … Continue reading Relaxing weekend, except for the comedy of errors…