I've been home a couple of days now. Tomorrow I head off to Montreal for a conference so wanted to bring about some closure to the summer trip part of my blog.
I think, for a while at least, I will keep updating just so all of you have a central place where you can keep track of my comings and goings. The conference I am going to is called "In and Out of the Sound Studio", and it's going to be a dynamic gathering of women who work in sound studio environments. Including some wonderful friends from different parts of the country I have not seen in a while.
To give you a better idea of where I am, here is a message I put out on my VF Friends email list. Some of you would have gotten it already via email, others not.
Hi everybody -- I know it's been a while since you've heard from me.
It's been six weeks of major changes, growth and wonderful things
mixed in with some tears and all those conflicting emotions that
changes bring.
I've just returned from the beautiful Nova Scotia village of Bear
River. You can see what it looks like by going to either a) my blog
at http://magneticspirits.blogspot.com or
http://www.bearriver.ca (a beautifully done website)
As some of you know, I have been in the process of splitting with my
partner of 21 years. Just being in Bear River with my wonderful
friends Simone and Timothy, waking up in the morning to a clear sky
and feeling the fresh dampness of the morning was just what I needed
to reinforce the idea that I am alive, happy, and able to deal with
whatever comes next. And feasts of lobster and scallops with many
bottles of wine helped a lot too.
I am back in Hamilton now and have decided to go back to Nova Scotia
by the end of September to live.
This list is the most efficient way to let you all know .. my
apologies that I can't call each of you and tell you personally.
In the coming month, both Barry and I will be selling all but our
most favourite things. So if there's anything we have that you need
or want, let me know. Even if you're short of cash .. we've got
excess kitchen stuff, garden tools, sheets and towels etc. that some
of you could use. So speak up.
And drop by if you're in the neighbourhood. I expect the For Sale
sign will go up in a couple of weeks but I'll be here for the next
little while. I hope I'll get the chance to see most of you before I
go. And that I get lots of visitors after I get settled in. A guest
room is a big priority in any new house I buy (I've got my eye on a
cute little white cottage with a wrap around veranda ... 170 years
old and just perfect for Ursula (my dog) and me.
In the meantime, my documentary workshop "Mining the Memory Bank"
with Steve Wadhams is still on for August 12-14. So sign up and join
us. I also hope to be doing another workshop before I take off in
September. I can do media, music or meditation .. if you have a
request about what you'd like me to do, let me know and I'll see
about setting something up.
It's all good. Doesn't always feel like it now, but it is. Thanks
to all of you who constantly remind me of this.
Love
Victoria
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
My Hand was on the National
(I was going to called this entry "I scrummed the Prime Minister" but that sounds really disgusting.)
I really did see my hand on the National, though. And also on ATV.
Continuing on from my previous entry, Simone gathered up the three little boys, Timothy gathered up his camera and I gathered up my recording gear and we set off to join the media conference with the Prime Minister at the Annapolis Royal Historic Gardens. Simone, Ben, Max and Sammy weren't going to be at the press conference but Simone was determined to have her little boys' picture taken with the PM. She stayed at the gate (and did manage to get her picture), and Tim and I went inside to where the media were gathered.
I haven't done much newswork in the past. I have only been in a couple of scrums, and this particular event reinforced my idea that scrums are one of the biggest wastes of time that modern media has invented. First of all, everything is all staged. Picture 15 cameras and 30 people with tape recorders and notebooks all milling around jockeying for the best position in the pack. Frequently bitching at each other "you're blocking my shot". Simone, who was watching from afar, even saw a major network reporter shove a young reporter out of the way because she was where he thought he had the right to be. Because he was with CTV, ya know.
So, enter the PM through the rose arbour, being escorted by the director of the Gardens. This location had been prearranged by the PM's media handler as Station #1. Couldn't get close enough to hear what they were saying but it looked like they were talking about the roses.
Photo-op at Station #1 over, we were then herded to Station #2 to set up before the arrival of the PM who was looking at more flowers. Imagine the pack of us, many with heavy cameras on their shoulders, running to the next station, leaping over rose bushes on the way. Why we had to run, I don't know. It's not like there was anything urgent happening. The PM wasn't going anywhere quickly and neither were the flowers. And really, how often does anything urgent ever happen in Canada anyway?
Then on from Station #2 to Station #3. Station #3 was where we were allowed to ask questions. I was doing audio. Which meant I was holding the microphone, getting as close to the PM as I could, kneeling down on the ground so my head wasn't in the camera shot. There is something very strange about being on one's knees two feet in front of the Prime Minister staring up at him from below thrusting out a raised microphone. It felt like I was begging. For good clip.
On to the questions. Of course, nobody thought to ask about the reason why the PM was there, except for Timothy because his piece was about the 400th anniversary celebrations. The other reporters asked about a) why Ottawa wasn't going to give New Brunswick money to refit its nuclear reactor b) the latest US decision on mad cow c) some illworded remarks by the Chief of Defence and d) (couldn't believe this one) .. when are you going to call a by-election to replace the MP whose funeral the PM was going to be the next day. The PM, to his credit, said something to the effect of hey look, can we bury the guy first? Of course, he phrased it more elegantly than that but it was obvious he thought the question was in very bad taste.
Sigh ... why is it acceptable for media people to have such bad manners??
Reinforces my idea that I just don't want to do big media anymore. Except once in a while for a bit of ironic fun. Instead, I will continue to soldier on in the trenches, asking questions that are not always well received. And keep on working to build upon my belief that the media can be a place for respectful dialogue and which doesn't treat people like the "product" to be used to create the commodity -- "the story".
I really did see my hand on the National, though. And also on ATV.
Continuing on from my previous entry, Simone gathered up the three little boys, Timothy gathered up his camera and I gathered up my recording gear and we set off to join the media conference with the Prime Minister at the Annapolis Royal Historic Gardens. Simone, Ben, Max and Sammy weren't going to be at the press conference but Simone was determined to have her little boys' picture taken with the PM. She stayed at the gate (and did manage to get her picture), and Tim and I went inside to where the media were gathered.
I haven't done much newswork in the past. I have only been in a couple of scrums, and this particular event reinforced my idea that scrums are one of the biggest wastes of time that modern media has invented. First of all, everything is all staged. Picture 15 cameras and 30 people with tape recorders and notebooks all milling around jockeying for the best position in the pack. Frequently bitching at each other "you're blocking my shot". Simone, who was watching from afar, even saw a major network reporter shove a young reporter out of the way because she was where he thought he had the right to be. Because he was with CTV, ya know.
So, enter the PM through the rose arbour, being escorted by the director of the Gardens. This location had been prearranged by the PM's media handler as Station #1. Couldn't get close enough to hear what they were saying but it looked like they were talking about the roses.
Photo-op at Station #1 over, we were then herded to Station #2 to set up before the arrival of the PM who was looking at more flowers. Imagine the pack of us, many with heavy cameras on their shoulders, running to the next station, leaping over rose bushes on the way. Why we had to run, I don't know. It's not like there was anything urgent happening. The PM wasn't going anywhere quickly and neither were the flowers. And really, how often does anything urgent ever happen in Canada anyway?
Then on from Station #2 to Station #3. Station #3 was where we were allowed to ask questions. I was doing audio. Which meant I was holding the microphone, getting as close to the PM as I could, kneeling down on the ground so my head wasn't in the camera shot. There is something very strange about being on one's knees two feet in front of the Prime Minister staring up at him from below thrusting out a raised microphone. It felt like I was begging. For good clip.
On to the questions. Of course, nobody thought to ask about the reason why the PM was there, except for Timothy because his piece was about the 400th anniversary celebrations. The other reporters asked about a) why Ottawa wasn't going to give New Brunswick money to refit its nuclear reactor b) the latest US decision on mad cow c) some illworded remarks by the Chief of Defence and d) (couldn't believe this one) .. when are you going to call a by-election to replace the MP whose funeral the PM was going to be the next day. The PM, to his credit, said something to the effect of hey look, can we bury the guy first? Of course, he phrased it more elegantly than that but it was obvious he thought the question was in very bad taste.
Sigh ... why is it acceptable for media people to have such bad manners??
Reinforces my idea that I just don't want to do big media anymore. Except once in a while for a bit of ironic fun. Instead, I will continue to soldier on in the trenches, asking questions that are not always well received. And keep on working to build upon my belief that the media can be a place for respectful dialogue and which doesn't treat people like the "product" to be used to create the commodity -- "the story".
Prime Ministers and French explorers
It's been quite a hectic and fun couple of days. My friend and colleague Tim asked me to do sound on his film crew for the 400th anniversary of the first known permanent settlement in North America. Didja know that the founding of Port Royal in Nova Scotia predates the landing at Plymouth Rock? I didn't.
So it's been a big deal. Thursday night we were heading out to Port Royal to go to the dress rehearsal of the meeting between the Frency and the Mi kmaq, and we were driving through Annapolis Royal, which is where the Fort was later established. And we saw the Prime Minister just standing there on a street corner.
So then we went to the rehearsal. After the rehearsal we heading back to Annapolis, mostly at the urging of Simone, allegedly to get ice cream for the boys. Of course the real intent was to see if we could spot the PM again.
One of the funnier moments in an evening filled with funny moments was when a teenager on a park bench said to us "the prime minister is here, you know". He then proceeded to tell us "he came up and talked to me and shook my hand. I didn't even know who he was". Further conversation revealed that he wasn't even Canadian, he was from Florida. Then he said "so, that would be like me shaking the hand of George Bush in my own country. Wow. That just SO wouldn't happen".
We finally found the PM .. or at least we found his two security guards. They were pretty good sports. Memorable line #1 - Simone saying "hey, if he needs babies to kiss, I have three of them right here .." Then the security guard saying "there's no election" and Simone responding "are you sure ...?"
Tim then went back and schmoozed the security guard and got us in to the media scrum the next day. I'm running out of steam right now and I haven't had coffee yet. So I'm going to quit for now. Later on I will continue with the story of what it's like to scrum the prime minister (sounds sleazy, doesn't it? Let me tell you, that's not far from the truth).
So it's been a big deal. Thursday night we were heading out to Port Royal to go to the dress rehearsal of the meeting between the Frency and the Mi kmaq, and we were driving through Annapolis Royal, which is where the Fort was later established. And we saw the Prime Minister just standing there on a street corner.
So then we went to the rehearsal. After the rehearsal we heading back to Annapolis, mostly at the urging of Simone, allegedly to get ice cream for the boys. Of course the real intent was to see if we could spot the PM again.
One of the funnier moments in an evening filled with funny moments was when a teenager on a park bench said to us "the prime minister is here, you know". He then proceeded to tell us "he came up and talked to me and shook my hand. I didn't even know who he was". Further conversation revealed that he wasn't even Canadian, he was from Florida. Then he said "so, that would be like me shaking the hand of George Bush in my own country. Wow. That just SO wouldn't happen".
We finally found the PM .. or at least we found his two security guards. They were pretty good sports. Memorable line #1 - Simone saying "hey, if he needs babies to kiss, I have three of them right here .." Then the security guard saying "there's no election" and Simone responding "are you sure ...?"
Tim then went back and schmoozed the security guard and got us in to the media scrum the next day. I'm running out of steam right now and I haven't had coffee yet. So I'm going to quit for now. Later on I will continue with the story of what it's like to scrum the prime minister (sounds sleazy, doesn't it? Let me tell you, that's not far from the truth).
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
A couple of days at Prospect Bay
I've been here on the south shore of Nova Scotia since Sunday night, helping my friend and colleague Sean learn how to use Adobe Audition. A curse on the house of Adobe -- they decided to "improve" the program, and in doing so they turned a really easy to use beginner friendly audio program into one that tries the patience. I am now one step closer to moving over to Mac instead of PC.
I am adapting.
Went for many long walks since I got here -- Emily and Sean's house backs onto a nature conservancy that goes all the way down to the water. Nice to have the Atlantic Ocean in the backyard. The ground leading down to the water is much like the tundra -- low growing shrubs and lichen that are springy underfoot. And filling my lungs with the aroma of juniper and peat moss is incredible (I still need more adjectives). I saw a redtailed hawk this morning, which was really special.
I will post some pictures when I get back to Bear River.
The other good thing about meeting Sean is that he is connected with the media arts community here in Halifax and can help me meet more people. He also suggested that I apply for a two year overseas posting with CUSO in Vanautu which is in the south Pacific. I told him not right now -- and he said that he could help get me a communications related gig overseas if I want it.
I leave to go back to the Annapolis Valley today to spend a couple of days with my sister Cyndy. I think we'll take a couple of days and go down to Lunenburg. Then on Sunday, my friend Tim has asked me to help him on a film gig -- he has been hired to shoot the 400th anniversary of the landing of the French at Annapolis Royal. It's a big deal -- the PM is going to be there and everything.
All in all, there are many good things happening and I have now decided for sure to come back here for the winter. Probably in October -- we have a house and a whole bunch of stuff to divide or pass along to whoever wants them. I'll let y'all know when the closeout sale is going to be. Ya, it's sad, but in the words of Ferron (Canadian gravelly-voiced singer) "life don't clickety-clack down a straight line track, it comes together then it comes apart".
For me, it's coming apart but it's also coming together. I'm really okay.
Pictures tomorrow.
I am adapting.
Went for many long walks since I got here -- Emily and Sean's house backs onto a nature conservancy that goes all the way down to the water. Nice to have the Atlantic Ocean in the backyard. The ground leading down to the water is much like the tundra -- low growing shrubs and lichen that are springy underfoot. And filling my lungs with the aroma of juniper and peat moss is incredible (I still need more adjectives). I saw a redtailed hawk this morning, which was really special.
I will post some pictures when I get back to Bear River.
The other good thing about meeting Sean is that he is connected with the media arts community here in Halifax and can help me meet more people. He also suggested that I apply for a two year overseas posting with CUSO in Vanautu which is in the south Pacific. I told him not right now -- and he said that he could help get me a communications related gig overseas if I want it.
I leave to go back to the Annapolis Valley today to spend a couple of days with my sister Cyndy. I think we'll take a couple of days and go down to Lunenburg. Then on Sunday, my friend Tim has asked me to help him on a film gig -- he has been hired to shoot the 400th anniversary of the landing of the French at Annapolis Royal. It's a big deal -- the PM is going to be there and everything.
All in all, there are many good things happening and I have now decided for sure to come back here for the winter. Probably in October -- we have a house and a whole bunch of stuff to divide or pass along to whoever wants them. I'll let y'all know when the closeout sale is going to be. Ya, it's sad, but in the words of Ferron (Canadian gravelly-voiced singer) "life don't clickety-clack down a straight line track, it comes together then it comes apart".
For me, it's coming apart but it's also coming together. I'm really okay.
Pictures tomorrow.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Wow, high speed!
Greetings, all. I am now just outside of Halifax near a village called Prospect. I am doing some work over the next couple of days with Sean Kelly of CUSO. The CUSO Atlantic office is in his house, which is much nicer than being in a stuffy office in Halifax.
Sean's documentary is about an island in the South Pacific which has no trade with the outside world. The controversy is that the World Bank is trying to get them to get with contemporary standards (not that they don't have currency of their own, but trading with pig tusks just isn't anything the world bank wants to deal with. Then again, is trading a pig tusk any stranger than trading pieces of paper with numbers on it and little round medal disks?) Sean went to this place a few months ago and trekked many miles through the bush to get his story. So I am going to help him put it together.
The South Shore has a much different character than the Fundy Shore. I went to Peggy's Cove and walked on the rocks for a while. The clean air, the gently crashing waves, the clear birdsong .. it's just different here.
And I have decided to come back here for the winter, at least for a few months. Don't know exactly why I am hearing the call, but it's not imaginary. Something about this place just makes so much more intuitive sense than the way we live our lives in smoggy, driven Ontario. It's a good time to get away and move into the new chapter of my life story.
I have a lot more pictures to post but I am not on my own computer right now. Things are good. I am looking forward to a long walk tomorrow morning before transporting my ears to a place in the South Pacific where they speak 170 languages. I am sure it will be compelling too.
Sleep well.
Sean's documentary is about an island in the South Pacific which has no trade with the outside world. The controversy is that the World Bank is trying to get them to get with contemporary standards (not that they don't have currency of their own, but trading with pig tusks just isn't anything the world bank wants to deal with. Then again, is trading a pig tusk any stranger than trading pieces of paper with numbers on it and little round medal disks?) Sean went to this place a few months ago and trekked many miles through the bush to get his story. So I am going to help him put it together.
The South Shore has a much different character than the Fundy Shore. I went to Peggy's Cove and walked on the rocks for a while. The clean air, the gently crashing waves, the clear birdsong .. it's just different here.
And I have decided to come back here for the winter, at least for a few months. Don't know exactly why I am hearing the call, but it's not imaginary. Something about this place just makes so much more intuitive sense than the way we live our lives in smoggy, driven Ontario. It's a good time to get away and move into the new chapter of my life story.
I have a lot more pictures to post but I am not on my own computer right now. Things are good. I am looking forward to a long walk tomorrow morning before transporting my ears to a place in the South Pacific where they speak 170 languages. I am sure it will be compelling too.
Sleep well.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Movin' on again
Okay, so this isn't the last post. I've just been in a bit of a mood in the last couple of days. Thinking about coming home and packing up is hanging like a cloud.
On top of that, the next bunch of people have moved into the big house and I'm not feeling comfortable in the coach house anymore -- no direct conflict with me but they are British friends of the guy who owns this place and they are bitchy because they thought they were going to be staying in the coach house too. They are dripping with attitude and I don't want to get to know them any better than I do now.
My friend Simone, who has furnished this place and fixed it up for the owner because she thought he was her friend is ready to take all her furniture back and let them stay in an empty house. The owner had agreed, in exchange for her work, she could offer the place to family and friends and now it seems that the part he didn't say was "but I could kick them out at any time". Simone is a good person and she's been going through hell trying to keep everybody happy. And this is just the latest in a long line of situations like this.
So I'll be at Simone and Tim's until Sunday, then on to Halifax where I have a gig to help someone with a radio documentary. I'll be pitching my tent right beside the ocean and Ursula and I will have a good time exploring another part of the province. Whether I start coming home on Wednesday or come back to Bear River to say goodbye to friends here and Cyndy in Greenwood, I don't know.
It's on to the next thing -- it has been a wonderful time. This latest wrinkle is just an annoyance and my overall feeling as I prepare to leave here is one of gratitude for the many blessings I have received. And wow, the story I could (and likely will) write -- full of eccentric people, battles between social classes, spiritual revelations, conflict of values between rich people from away and poor people from here, treachery .. it is all here. The only thing missing is a good love/lust story thread.
It has been a rich experience indeed.
Now time to clean the coach house so I don't give the away folks stories about how unclean these colonials are. If anybody needs to call, I will be here until noon or 1 pm Eastern time.
On top of that, the next bunch of people have moved into the big house and I'm not feeling comfortable in the coach house anymore -- no direct conflict with me but they are British friends of the guy who owns this place and they are bitchy because they thought they were going to be staying in the coach house too. They are dripping with attitude and I don't want to get to know them any better than I do now.
My friend Simone, who has furnished this place and fixed it up for the owner because she thought he was her friend is ready to take all her furniture back and let them stay in an empty house. The owner had agreed, in exchange for her work, she could offer the place to family and friends and now it seems that the part he didn't say was "but I could kick them out at any time". Simone is a good person and she's been going through hell trying to keep everybody happy. And this is just the latest in a long line of situations like this.
So I'll be at Simone and Tim's until Sunday, then on to Halifax where I have a gig to help someone with a radio documentary. I'll be pitching my tent right beside the ocean and Ursula and I will have a good time exploring another part of the province. Whether I start coming home on Wednesday or come back to Bear River to say goodbye to friends here and Cyndy in Greenwood, I don't know.
It's on to the next thing -- it has been a wonderful time. This latest wrinkle is just an annoyance and my overall feeling as I prepare to leave here is one of gratitude for the many blessings I have received. And wow, the story I could (and likely will) write -- full of eccentric people, battles between social classes, spiritual revelations, conflict of values between rich people from away and poor people from here, treachery .. it is all here. The only thing missing is a good love/lust story thread.
It has been a rich experience indeed.
Now time to clean the coach house so I don't give the away folks stories about how unclean these colonials are. If anybody needs to call, I will be here until noon or 1 pm Eastern time.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
The Last Post
I don't think anybody is actually reading this thing. Or if you are, you're not telling me. So I'll leave the pictures up but there will be no new entries.
BTW, in case anybody IS reading, I am heading back "home" on July 17 and will be there for a few days. Then I'm off to Montreal. Then back to Hamilton for a month to either sell or rent the house.
And then ..???
Still looking for answers. If you have any spare ones lying around, let me me know.
BTW, in case anybody IS reading, I am heading back "home" on July 17 and will be there for a few days. Then I'm off to Montreal. Then back to Hamilton for a month to either sell or rent the house.
And then ..???
Still looking for answers. If you have any spare ones lying around, let me me know.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Pardon my lack of knowledge..
Further to my last post, Tony just told me that poker is indeed a game of strategy and is not boring. Just the kind we were playing last night was.
What we were doing last night was the kind where everybody gets five cards and everybody sees what everybody else has. Pure chance whether you get a good hand or not.
I was wondering, if this was poker, where all those stories and songs came from about keeping a straight face and bluffing the dealer? So now I know -- this is baby poker and not the real thing.
What we were doing last night was the kind where everybody gets five cards and everybody sees what everybody else has. Pure chance whether you get a good hand or not.
I was wondering, if this was poker, where all those stories and songs came from about keeping a straight face and bluffing the dealer? So now I know -- this is baby poker and not the real thing.
Ramblin', gamblin' women
I have told my sister Cyndy too many times "No, I will not go with you to a casino".
Well, last night I weakened. There was a sign on the door of the Bear River Legion that they were going to have a casino to raise money for the local health centre and Cyndy saw it. So I relented, after explaining to her that she wouldn't be able to win money. Just banana bread, pillows and other kinds of donated prizes.
So we went to the Legion. I found out that poker is totally a random game of chance that requires zero strategy. I lost. And I found it rather boring. Liked the roulette wheel though. Cyndy declared herself the Black Jack Queen, even though at the end of the evening we had less casino dollars to spend than we had bought. Goes to prove that the dealer always wins. Otherwise, why would there be any casinos.
There was also a massage stand there so you could get your angst massaged away after you'd lost at craps. And a fortune teller who could tell you how much you were going to win or lose. The fortune teller wasn't actually a fortune teller -- she was a nice woman dressed in a gypsy outfit who just sat and talked to her customers for $2 a pop. I had a delightful conversation with her -- her name is Paula, she's probably in her 70's, she lives up the hill and has no running water in her house. By choice. Her kids think it's awful and are always offering to pay to get it installed but she thinks some of the old ways are good. Including going to the outhouse -- she spoke with pride about how nice it is. And going to the well to dip out water to make tea and have baths. She loves her life, she loves her town and even if I didn't get my fortune told, I felt very fortunate I had the chance to talk to her.
Today, Simone and I are off to Frenchy's again to find something nice to wear tomorrow (that's the bargain used clothing store where I just found a beaded silk dress for $4, which I will model in a future blogpost for y'all). I'm having a chick party tomorrow night in the coach house and we are having a fashion show of the cool things we've bought for practically no money.
More later - gotta go do some laundry.
Well, last night I weakened. There was a sign on the door of the Bear River Legion that they were going to have a casino to raise money for the local health centre and Cyndy saw it. So I relented, after explaining to her that she wouldn't be able to win money. Just banana bread, pillows and other kinds of donated prizes.
So we went to the Legion. I found out that poker is totally a random game of chance that requires zero strategy. I lost. And I found it rather boring. Liked the roulette wheel though. Cyndy declared herself the Black Jack Queen, even though at the end of the evening we had less casino dollars to spend than we had bought. Goes to prove that the dealer always wins. Otherwise, why would there be any casinos.
There was also a massage stand there so you could get your angst massaged away after you'd lost at craps. And a fortune teller who could tell you how much you were going to win or lose. The fortune teller wasn't actually a fortune teller -- she was a nice woman dressed in a gypsy outfit who just sat and talked to her customers for $2 a pop. I had a delightful conversation with her -- her name is Paula, she's probably in her 70's, she lives up the hill and has no running water in her house. By choice. Her kids think it's awful and are always offering to pay to get it installed but she thinks some of the old ways are good. Including going to the outhouse -- she spoke with pride about how nice it is. And going to the well to dip out water to make tea and have baths. She loves her life, she loves her town and even if I didn't get my fortune told, I felt very fortunate I had the chance to talk to her.
Today, Simone and I are off to Frenchy's again to find something nice to wear tomorrow (that's the bargain used clothing store where I just found a beaded silk dress for $4, which I will model in a future blogpost for y'all). I'm having a chick party tomorrow night in the coach house and we are having a fashion show of the cool things we've bought for practically no money.
More later - gotta go do some laundry.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Bear River
Tide's Out
Happy Canada Day everybody. This is what Bear River looks like with the tide out. Later today I'll take a picture with the tide in. Big change.
Cyndy and Tony are coming over today and we're going to go into Digby to see what's happening there for Canada Day. There's a community ham supper here in Bear River this afternoon. Other than that, I am going to spend the day being thankful we live here and not in George Bushland. And hoping like hell that it never becomes Steven Harperland up here.
O Canada !
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