Spring and summer

Spring and summer

When I was a kid, I longed for summer with the power of a thousand suns. But, as I grew up in Nova Scotia where summer was a buttoned down and utterly un-dramatic affair—I think I recall it getting up to or passing 30C a handful of times; there would be maybe one night a … Continue reading

Nice and good things

Nice and good things

If you’ve been reading Jam and Idleness recently, you know I had a really bad case of the flu and was generally incoherent from around Feb 20 until further notice. I’m finally better, but it took more than a month and the fallout continues. A month’s worth of forced inactivity has set my very tricky … Continue reading

Blergh

Blergh

I’m still alive. I’ve been sick for almost a month, but I think I finally felt the flu virus loosen its cold, dead grasp on my innards this past Monday. I am definitely not myself yet but I can, without an exaggerated amount of effort, stay awake all day now. I am getting some work … Continue reading

Two Wednesdays later, still housebound

Two Wednesdays later, still housebound

Well, no, I probably shouldn’t be writing this. I have, it turns out, an official case of the flu; the doctor last night referred to it as Influenza, to underscore how serious she was about my doing nothing, not even leaving the house to walk 5 minutes to the Starbucks, for at least the next … Continue reading

Brain/Food: Stefanie’s American garden

Brain/Food: Stefanie’s American garden

Stefanie Hollmichel is an accomplished gardener, voracious reader and all around Nice Person. The first two things I know from being a long-time fan of her So Many Books blog, the third because she wrote me a series of real good, olde timey letters a few years back—and would, perhaps, still be doing so if … Continue reading

Saturday, housebound

Saturday, housebound

I had big plans for this day. My husband’s sunning himself in Costa Rica (when he’s not being rained on by the rain that only happens in the jungle; the kind of rain that, when it hits you, feels like it’s landing a blow, like it’s exacting revenge); I’d looked forward to a good urban … Continue reading

Culture hangover

Culture hangover

I have been a teetotaler of the traditional variety for many years now but effective immediately, I will also no longer be partaking of poetry readings; they are too radically injurious to both physical health and spiritual well-being. I know it’s a cold, dead, lonely time of year to cut myself off from the warmth … Continue reading

Cold days

Cold days

I love snow; and I love the look, if not the feel, of deathly cold days. But I saw a pigeon huddled desperately on top of a heating vent at Queen and University today; her feathers were blowing quite shamelessly up around her neck. This somehow makes being anything less than entirely honest impossible: I … Continue reading