saturday: sleep in

A single photo - no words - capturing a moment. A simple, heart warming moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.



Took my camera for a walk in Winnipeg's exchange district. There is some pretty cool stuff out there, underneath the grunge. 



Don't let this sad display make you think that maybe things for Breakfast have been at all too rough. He has been completely spoiled with love, a basket of toys, piles of blankets to sleep in, an enormous yard, and three other dogs to run around with. Yes, he's quite popular; meeting new faces, and greeting ones that he's sniffed/licked/snorted in before. I don't think he has much to complain about, though I can see it's taking him some time to figure it out.

He decided to move his bed from across the kitchen - of where we're staying- to a little corner of the room that gets maybe a good hour or so of direct sunlight. It was heartwarming for me watch him pursue exactly what he needed in order to achieve that sense of comfort in what feels like "home" in his mind. He'll sit (and sulk) and wait ever so patiently for that moment to arrive, even if it's just for a sliver of time of what he's used to. 

It's things like this that make me shake my head in admiration at this little dog of mine who knows how to teach me such wonderful lessons without a single word. He's just so sweet, simple and incredibly funny. He is my sunshine. 


sandwiches are beautiful

When it comes to sandwiches (to switch to a happier topic) I have to admit that I have a bit of a soft spot. If you haven't already heard me talk with my mouth full about Chachi's sandwiches (and their crunchy pickles) I guess you haven't been around for too long. I may have mentioned them a few million times, at least in the world of spoken word. Seriously..

I don't know what it is that makes a good sandwich, in my mind, but I have a few favorites that are lurking in my hometown; which I'm more than happy to seek out and gorge upon, to figure out this mystery of what it is that has me saying "omafogud!" Maybe it isn't anything in particular, I just love a good sandwich. Who doesn't, really?

The reason I bring up this random subject is because I tried a new kind of sandwich yesterday that I'm still thinking about, today. It was a grilled eggplant at Baked Expectations, and omafogud... it hit the spot. I can't believe I didn't take a picture of it, though it gives me an excuse to go back! Finding a volunteer to come with me next time shouldn't be too difficult. Mmm.... sandwiches.....



It's been so hard trying to put it into words where I'm at, and what is going on in my world. Really, it's hard to describe because this whole thing has been so disorienting and unbelievable. I ask myself quite often "where am I?" Even out loud. Why not? It's been a bit of a blur.

Some days it feels unbearable; the idea that I don't have a "home" anymore, a job, the ol' routine, the life I knew for so long. Sure, I have a roof over my head, but I'm tired of this lifestyle of starting from scratch and not knowing where I'm going or how long I'll stay. I've lived a very long and unstable lifestyle that I'm ready to put an end to it, on my own terms. It's necessary for me to have that control.

In all honesty, the home that I left behind didn't really feel like home -in the back of my mind- for a very long time. I guess somehow I knew that I wasn't going to be staying long, and so I didn't really allow myself to fully settle in, just to be prepared for the unexpected. Even if it may have been semi-expected, it was not at all easy when that day finally came. This is not a sob story nor am I even complaining. This is what comes with living; you change, you learn, you keep breathing. I figure if you're still breathing, you don't have much to complain about. Pick up, carry on.

I've let go of so many things in the last few months, it's really quite amazing. It wasn't easy, it still isn't, but it taught me a lot about who I am and what I'm capable of. I said goodbye to the things that were once so important to me, I didn't think I could ever live without them; the familiar faces and places, my seat in the front window, where I'd drink my tea, watch the neighbourhood, do my writing or stitchy-bits, listen to the sound of silence on the mornings to myself. I know I'll find another comfort zone of my very own like that, one day. It's frightening (and maybe even fun) not knowing where that place is yet.

Each day is different, and the emotions that come with them are amazing, sometimes simple, intense and/or even totally unexpected. I have no idea what I'm doing... for the moment, that's just fine. I'm breathing.

simple things

Some days I think about Tim's fuzzy feet and how much I miss him.



Maybe I should make postcards?



He makes me smile.


pretty little me

Sometimes a girl just needs a haircut to feel better during the tough times. Thank you Colette, for making me feel more like myself again. It's been a long time since I felt pretty..