The next experiment in Pam Grout's E-Squared is to tap into the concept that everything we could possibly want is available to us in abundance, but because there is so much "stuff" coming at us in the course of a nanosecond we filter out all but what we've been conditioned to look for.
So today I was to count the amount of vehicles of a certain colour I saw. I picked the colour white because I don't see many of those in the course of my day; I wanted to make this a bit of a challenge. I saw 168 white vehicles on my drive to work alone and another 20 on the way home before it got too dark to determine colours. That's a lot of white vehicles.
The first thing I saw when I looked out the front window this morning (straight out of bed) was a white pick-up truck going by on the road. I also saw an ambulance, many odd-looking delivery vehicles, semi-trucks and at least 5 Purolator vans on my commute. I thought that last was a little too coincidental so I asked a co-worker if there was a dispatch center for the company nearby. She confirmed there was. This means that I have probably passed numerous Purolator trucks every day on the way to work, but I haven't seen a single one because I haven't been looking for them. Today, because I was looking for white vehicles, I finally saw them all. Amazing.
As referenced in my previous blog (E2 - Second Experiment, pt. 2), there have been 2 car accidents this week already on my way home from work that delayed me. Today, there was a 3rd accident on the way in to work. And guess what colour the car was? Yep. White. Just weird.
Tomorrow I'm supposed to look for something a little more challenging. Grout suggests looking for yellow butterflies. I've decided to look for blue marbles because I can't even fathom where I would see a blue marble - let alone multiples. I'm excited by this one - if I see a blue marble I'm thinking that's a pretty big "sign."
And on we go.
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
E2 - First Experiment, pt. 2
Well, the 48 hours of getting a gift have now come and gone and along with the tensor bandage pin I found the first morning, I also had a free sample of Nutella delivered in the mail yesterday. That was about it for gifts. Neat in its own way, but I was expecting something a bit more phenomenal than that! It made me laugh, anyway.
One other thing of note (because of what's happened with Experiment 2 - see next blog entry) : on both Monday and Tuesday nights I was stuck in traffic on the way home due to some pretty significant accidents out on the 403. I was delayed both nights at work which perhaps could have been a "blessing in disguise." If I had gotten out on time I may have been involved in the accident, rather than sitting behind it.
One other thing of note (because of what's happened with Experiment 2 - see next blog entry) : on both Monday and Tuesday nights I was stuck in traffic on the way home due to some pretty significant accidents out on the 403. I was delayed both nights at work which perhaps could have been a "blessing in disguise." If I had gotten out on time I may have been involved in the accident, rather than sitting behind it.
Monday, 18 November 2013
E2 - First Experiment, pt. 1
A friend of mine gave me Pam Grout's E2 (E-Squared) book for my birthday this year. Here's the Amazon synopsis:
E-Squared could best be described as a lab manual with simple experiments to prove once and for all that reality is malleable, that consciousness trumps matter, and that you shape your life with your mind. Rather than take it on faith, you are invited to conduct nine 48-hour experiments to prove there really is a positive, loving, totally hip force in the universe. Yes, you read that right. It says prove.
The experiments, each of which can be conducted with absolutely no money and very little time expenditure, demonstrate that spiritual principles are as dependable as gravity, as consistent as Newton’s laws of motion. For years, you've been hoping and praying that spiritual principles are true. Now, you can know.
E-Squared proves the following:
1. There is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities.
2. You impact the field and draw from it according to your beliefs and expectations.
3. You, too, are a field of energy.
4. Whatever you focus on expands.
5. Your connection to the field provides accurate and unlimited guidance.
6. Your thoughts and consciousness impact matter.
7. Your thoughts and consciousness provide the scaffolding for your physical body.
8. You are connected to everything and everyone else in the universe.
9. The universe is limitless, abundant, and strangely accommodating.
______________________________________________________________________________
I began Experiment #1 (I'm "proving" to myself within a 48-hour timeframe that there is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities) at 10:43 last night. Essentially, I have asked God, the Universe & Everything for a gift - an unexpected gift - to arrive by 10:45 on Nov. 19th. I am to be vigilant and expecting of this gift and to document this experience.
Surprisingly, I do believe that I'm worthy of receiving the gift (which would have been issue for me a few years' back) but I have had a difficult time with the following concepts:
1 - I believe (apparently in error) that there has to be a trade-off. I have to do something nice for someone else before I get my gift.
2 - There is a difference between a "kindness" and a gift and if the Universe knows the difference, apparently I'm not real clear on it yet.
3 - Unexpected, unexpected, unexpected. I keep wanting to specify and define what my gift should be. (Apparently this will be a later experiment.)
So I asked the "FP" for my gift last night, closed the book, and my stand-offish cat came over, sat next to me and began purring. She never does this. Was this my gift? Hmmm. It's nice and all, but I expected...more. ("Unexpected, unexpected!") Maybe she's a conduit? Maybe she picked up on my shift in energy? Time will tell. (The next 48 hours, to be exact.)
I woke up this morning and we had 2 fence posts snap off in the heavy winds last night. Our property is covered in big, house-crushing trees so I'm grateful it was just 2 little fence posts that can be replaced at minimal cost. Was that my gift? Hmmm. Seems a rather back-handed gift. "It could be worse" is not really a gift. That's where the idea sprang into my mind of "kindnesses" vs. "gifts." It was a kindness that the FP didn't squash me or my horses or cats...but not what I would define as a gift.
As I was going to my car for my commute to work, I noticed a huge, fuzzy caterpillar just behind the tire of my car. This thing was immense. He was also on a stick, so I picked up said stick and moved him to a safe place where he could go about the long-overdue task of spinning his cocoon. Came back to the car and scanned the ground again, just to be sure I hadn't missed any more critters. And there in the gravel of the driveway was a pin I'd lost a couple of weeks ago for my tensor bandage. I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that this pin was lost somewhere at work - I had it on in the morning when I came in (I've sprained something at the base of my thumb) and 2 hours later, it had disappeared. I looked everywhere at work for it and was quite upset that it was gone since it's so much easier to secure the bandage with those things, rather than using safety pins. I had given up on it awhile ago, however - it wasn't that big of a deal. Was that my gift? Hmmmm. Now, don't get me wrong, FP - that's pretty cool that 2 weeks later this little needle shows up in its global haystack...and I expressed my gratitude for its return. But my gratitude has admittedly been followed up with "Now, BIGGER!" (And did my saving the caterpillar cause me to find the pin? IS there a trade-off required???)
Less than 36 hours to go. The observation continues.
E-Squared could best be described as a lab manual with simple experiments to prove once and for all that reality is malleable, that consciousness trumps matter, and that you shape your life with your mind. Rather than take it on faith, you are invited to conduct nine 48-hour experiments to prove there really is a positive, loving, totally hip force in the universe. Yes, you read that right. It says prove.
The experiments, each of which can be conducted with absolutely no money and very little time expenditure, demonstrate that spiritual principles are as dependable as gravity, as consistent as Newton’s laws of motion. For years, you've been hoping and praying that spiritual principles are true. Now, you can know.
E-Squared proves the following:
1. There is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities.
2. You impact the field and draw from it according to your beliefs and expectations.
3. You, too, are a field of energy.
4. Whatever you focus on expands.
5. Your connection to the field provides accurate and unlimited guidance.
6. Your thoughts and consciousness impact matter.
7. Your thoughts and consciousness provide the scaffolding for your physical body.
8. You are connected to everything and everyone else in the universe.
9. The universe is limitless, abundant, and strangely accommodating.
______________________________________________________________________________
I began Experiment #1 (I'm "proving" to myself within a 48-hour timeframe that there is an invisible energy force or field of infinite possibilities) at 10:43 last night. Essentially, I have asked God, the Universe & Everything for a gift - an unexpected gift - to arrive by 10:45 on Nov. 19th. I am to be vigilant and expecting of this gift and to document this experience.
Surprisingly, I do believe that I'm worthy of receiving the gift (which would have been issue for me a few years' back) but I have had a difficult time with the following concepts:
1 - I believe (apparently in error) that there has to be a trade-off. I have to do something nice for someone else before I get my gift.
2 - There is a difference between a "kindness" and a gift and if the Universe knows the difference, apparently I'm not real clear on it yet.
3 - Unexpected, unexpected, unexpected. I keep wanting to specify and define what my gift should be. (Apparently this will be a later experiment.)
So I asked the "FP" for my gift last night, closed the book, and my stand-offish cat came over, sat next to me and began purring. She never does this. Was this my gift? Hmmm. It's nice and all, but I expected...more. ("Unexpected, unexpected!") Maybe she's a conduit? Maybe she picked up on my shift in energy? Time will tell. (The next 48 hours, to be exact.)
I woke up this morning and we had 2 fence posts snap off in the heavy winds last night. Our property is covered in big, house-crushing trees so I'm grateful it was just 2 little fence posts that can be replaced at minimal cost. Was that my gift? Hmmm. Seems a rather back-handed gift. "It could be worse" is not really a gift. That's where the idea sprang into my mind of "kindnesses" vs. "gifts." It was a kindness that the FP didn't squash me or my horses or cats...but not what I would define as a gift.
As I was going to my car for my commute to work, I noticed a huge, fuzzy caterpillar just behind the tire of my car. This thing was immense. He was also on a stick, so I picked up said stick and moved him to a safe place where he could go about the long-overdue task of spinning his cocoon. Came back to the car and scanned the ground again, just to be sure I hadn't missed any more critters. And there in the gravel of the driveway was a pin I'd lost a couple of weeks ago for my tensor bandage. I would have sworn on a stack of Bibles that this pin was lost somewhere at work - I had it on in the morning when I came in (I've sprained something at the base of my thumb) and 2 hours later, it had disappeared. I looked everywhere at work for it and was quite upset that it was gone since it's so much easier to secure the bandage with those things, rather than using safety pins. I had given up on it awhile ago, however - it wasn't that big of a deal. Was that my gift? Hmmmm. Now, don't get me wrong, FP - that's pretty cool that 2 weeks later this little needle shows up in its global haystack...and I expressed my gratitude for its return. But my gratitude has admittedly been followed up with "Now, BIGGER!" (And did my saving the caterpillar cause me to find the pin? IS there a trade-off required???)
Less than 36 hours to go. The observation continues.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
Wrecked
Dave and I have been going non-stop this weekend:
Saturday, the farrier was out to trim the horses' feet in the morning, so we groomed them first then started raking the front lawn while one grazed and the other was trimmed, then vice versa. At 12:30 we put them back in the roundpen then flew into town so we could still get the stickers for the CRV's license plate before they closed at 1:00. Had a quick lunch then picked up some hay cubes at TSC and headed home. Spent the rest of the afternoon raking along the fence line in the backyard and I burned a ring of leaves on the driveway until my fire went out because the leaves were too wet.
We had a bit of a grace period today - they were predicting 30 mms of rain to fall throughout the day and are still saying high winds are on the way, but so far it's been minimal in both regards. I re-stacked the hay in the garage so that I could get to my snow tires (silly of me to store those behind the bales this summer!) and then went out back and helped Dave rake the rest of the backyard while the horses grazed on it with us. We've probably raked 2 acres by hand now (with 3 more to go) in the last 2 days - my kingdom for a riding mower that works! It's so much easier when you can just hook the tarp up to the back of the mower, rake the leaves onto the tarp, then drive it over to the creek and let it compost on the banks! Far more difficult to burn and take wheel-barrows full to the creek instead!
I'm tired and every muscle in my body aches this afternoon. Still doing laundry and have to make eggplant parmesan yet tonight!
Saturday, the farrier was out to trim the horses' feet in the morning, so we groomed them first then started raking the front lawn while one grazed and the other was trimmed, then vice versa. At 12:30 we put them back in the roundpen then flew into town so we could still get the stickers for the CRV's license plate before they closed at 1:00. Had a quick lunch then picked up some hay cubes at TSC and headed home. Spent the rest of the afternoon raking along the fence line in the backyard and I burned a ring of leaves on the driveway until my fire went out because the leaves were too wet.
We had a bit of a grace period today - they were predicting 30 mms of rain to fall throughout the day and are still saying high winds are on the way, but so far it's been minimal in both regards. I re-stacked the hay in the garage so that I could get to my snow tires (silly of me to store those behind the bales this summer!) and then went out back and helped Dave rake the rest of the backyard while the horses grazed on it with us. We've probably raked 2 acres by hand now (with 3 more to go) in the last 2 days - my kingdom for a riding mower that works! It's so much easier when you can just hook the tarp up to the back of the mower, rake the leaves onto the tarp, then drive it over to the creek and let it compost on the banks! Far more difficult to burn and take wheel-barrows full to the creek instead!
I'm tired and every muscle in my body aches this afternoon. Still doing laundry and have to make eggplant parmesan yet tonight!
Saturday, 9 November 2013
Gun Culture
Written in response to Neale Donald Walsch's article on The Global Conversation, entitled "Are Americans 'People of the Gun'?"
I grew
up in a small town in Wisconsin, married a Canadian when I was 21 and moved to
Ontario where I've lived for the past 23 years. I have siblings who are
gun-passionate NRA members, innumerable friends-of-friends are hunters, and my
father was a sharp-shooter during the Korean War. (He refused to have a gun in
the house - EVER - by the way.) I grew up in a place where I knew everyone in
town and could frequently be found wandering the country roads alone,
exploring, as a child by the age of 10. We never, ever feared for our safety.
But this is a vastly different world we live in, I'm deeply sorry to say. And ever since 9/11 my husband and I have noted a remarkable difference in the Americans we know and love. It's astonishing for us to cross the border now and immediately see billboards for "Guns Galore" or the opportunity to hire a "bodyguard" with his vast array of weaponry to protect you on 8 Mile in Detroit. The fear is palpable (and yes, in my perspective it's terror).
I was working in an office when I first came to live in Canada and made a "joke" that I had better get a report done for my boss or he would shoot me. My co-workers glanced at each other in bemusement and then one said, "you Americans are so violent, Becky - all you ever talk about is shooting each other." It stopped me in my tracks. I've always prided myself on being a peace-loving person and anyone who knows me knows guns are as far from my reality as possible. And here I was - someone who didn't even like stepping on insects inadvertently! - so immersed in that culture that I didn't even REALIZE when I was mentioning a violent act. That was the day I started living truly consciously and paid attention to what I was saying.
I don't know what the answer is for Americans. I see them self-destructing in so many ways lately. They are vicious with each other during elections, they delight in the argument and striving to "win" and could care less about solutions, they isolate themselves from global perspectives and make up stories about each other that others willingly believe without checking facts. They kill themselves with massive workloads and don't get ahead in their debt repayment, crack under the stress they place on themselves and then scoff when others try to offer assistance or show them that there IS a different way. Guns are just the tip of the iceberg. If you want us to pry it out of your "cold, dead hands" so be it ... but do you understand that there may be nothing BUT cold, dead hands by the time you're all through proving your points?
I'll leave you with this lovely little gem I came across recently. You may say it's irrelevant to this conversation, but I don't think so. I think this is where it starts.
"I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing. When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done. The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness. But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
"They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: 'I AM GOOD'."
But this is a vastly different world we live in, I'm deeply sorry to say. And ever since 9/11 my husband and I have noted a remarkable difference in the Americans we know and love. It's astonishing for us to cross the border now and immediately see billboards for "Guns Galore" or the opportunity to hire a "bodyguard" with his vast array of weaponry to protect you on 8 Mile in Detroit. The fear is palpable (and yes, in my perspective it's terror).
I was working in an office when I first came to live in Canada and made a "joke" that I had better get a report done for my boss or he would shoot me. My co-workers glanced at each other in bemusement and then one said, "you Americans are so violent, Becky - all you ever talk about is shooting each other." It stopped me in my tracks. I've always prided myself on being a peace-loving person and anyone who knows me knows guns are as far from my reality as possible. And here I was - someone who didn't even like stepping on insects inadvertently! - so immersed in that culture that I didn't even REALIZE when I was mentioning a violent act. That was the day I started living truly consciously and paid attention to what I was saying.
I don't know what the answer is for Americans. I see them self-destructing in so many ways lately. They are vicious with each other during elections, they delight in the argument and striving to "win" and could care less about solutions, they isolate themselves from global perspectives and make up stories about each other that others willingly believe without checking facts. They kill themselves with massive workloads and don't get ahead in their debt repayment, crack under the stress they place on themselves and then scoff when others try to offer assistance or show them that there IS a different way. Guns are just the tip of the iceberg. If you want us to pry it out of your "cold, dead hands" so be it ... but do you understand that there may be nothing BUT cold, dead hands by the time you're all through proving your points?
I'll leave you with this lovely little gem I came across recently. You may say it's irrelevant to this conversation, but I don't think so. I think this is where it starts.
"I was recently told of an African tribe that does the most beautiful thing. When someone does something hurtful and wrong, they take the person to the center of town, and the entire tribe comes and surrounds him. For two days they’ll tell the man every good thing he has ever done. The tribe believes that every human being comes into the world as GOOD, each of us desiring safety, love, peace, happiness. But sometimes in the pursuit of those things people make mistakes. The community sees misdeeds as a cry for help.
"They band together for the sake of their fellow man to hold him up, to reconnect him with his true Nature, to remind him who he really is, until he fully remembers the truth from which he’d temporarily been disconnected: 'I AM GOOD'."
Saturday, 2 November 2013
Caliente
Addendum to last blog post:
I'm so sick of this cold rain, in fact, that I'm going to close my eyes, listen to this and wish I was south - way south - of here:
I'm so sick of this cold rain, in fact, that I'm going to close my eyes, listen to this and wish I was south - way south - of here:
The End of the Season
It seems to be "the norm" lately to have our autumns deluged with rain. We were already saturated at the start of this week and then on Thursday we had another 30 mms fall, along with wind gusts up to 70 km/h. The horses' corral went from being dry-as-bone to "squishy" to muddy to now, which is virtually a dirty pond. Thank God we had at least put their shelter on a site at the top of a slope and had an excavator come in to lay down proper drainage so they can stand on dry soil and shavings yet.
But they're truly miserable, standing in there all day, looking out at the rain. (We're getting another 5 mms today.) Onyx, in particular, is not a horse who likes to be confined. He wants to GO and with his big feet, he's sliding all over the place right now. When he gets on firm soil, he immediately switches to a trot, head shaking back and forth, in true warrior mode. You can see the jousting blood coursing through his Percheron veins.
We had attempted to lay a straighter line of pipe from our sump pump out to a natural hollow on the lawn, but unfortunately the slope was too gradual and we didn't have enough pipe so the water was ending up coming out in the trench and backing up in the pipe. So Dave and I were out there on Thursday night in the dark and lashing rain, trying to dig a different trench that would come out onto the lawn naturally and create a good flow of water. The true pioneering spirit, alive and in action! It was a temporary fix but tomorrow we will probably have to re-open the trench, uncover the pipe and dig a better line again.
All in all, it's been a gloomy time lately. My brother and father are going through some health issues that hang in the back of my mind like a grey cloud, too. I worry for my family and feel so isolated and unable to help. And such is life at the end of the season.
But they're truly miserable, standing in there all day, looking out at the rain. (We're getting another 5 mms today.) Onyx, in particular, is not a horse who likes to be confined. He wants to GO and with his big feet, he's sliding all over the place right now. When he gets on firm soil, he immediately switches to a trot, head shaking back and forth, in true warrior mode. You can see the jousting blood coursing through his Percheron veins.
We had attempted to lay a straighter line of pipe from our sump pump out to a natural hollow on the lawn, but unfortunately the slope was too gradual and we didn't have enough pipe so the water was ending up coming out in the trench and backing up in the pipe. So Dave and I were out there on Thursday night in the dark and lashing rain, trying to dig a different trench that would come out onto the lawn naturally and create a good flow of water. The true pioneering spirit, alive and in action! It was a temporary fix but tomorrow we will probably have to re-open the trench, uncover the pipe and dig a better line again.
All in all, it's been a gloomy time lately. My brother and father are going through some health issues that hang in the back of my mind like a grey cloud, too. I worry for my family and feel so isolated and unable to help. And such is life at the end of the season.
Sunday, 20 October 2013
Eroica
A friend started up a thread about "Sunday classical music" on Facebook this morning, which naturally set me to thinking about Beethoven's 3rd symphony. I was first immersed in this tour de force of music when I was playing for a local orchestra about 20 years ago. I wanted to play mallet percussion and/or piano; they were in desperate need of a timpani player so I succumbed to their pleas. I have to say, though, Beethoven's timpani parts are not for the faint of heart.
Our first chair violinist was rarely gifted - she was young or otherwise she would have already been swooped up by a professional big-city orchestra - so we took advantage of her for this piece / concert. She would come to rehearsals with her neck and chin red-raw from having the violin tucked against it for hours as she practiced again and again and again. Classical music takes its toll of you.
We had been working on key passages of all four movements every week, but rarely had put an entire movement together in our early rehearsals. I will remember forever the first time we played the 2nd movement of "Eroica" from start to finish. I almost dropped the timpani mallets when we got to about the 8:15 mark - never before and never since have I felt as though I were standing in the heart of a musical creature. My hair rose up on the nape of my neck; goosebumps pebbled my flesh; tears sprang to my eyes...it felt as though the ground were lifting beneath my feet.
I listened to the below this morning - look at Bernstein's face at about the 10-minute mark: the agony and the ecstasy! Obviously he feels what I felt, too. Tremendous.
Our first chair violinist was rarely gifted - she was young or otherwise she would have already been swooped up by a professional big-city orchestra - so we took advantage of her for this piece / concert. She would come to rehearsals with her neck and chin red-raw from having the violin tucked against it for hours as she practiced again and again and again. Classical music takes its toll of you.
We had been working on key passages of all four movements every week, but rarely had put an entire movement together in our early rehearsals. I will remember forever the first time we played the 2nd movement of "Eroica" from start to finish. I almost dropped the timpani mallets when we got to about the 8:15 mark - never before and never since have I felt as though I were standing in the heart of a musical creature. My hair rose up on the nape of my neck; goosebumps pebbled my flesh; tears sprang to my eyes...it felt as though the ground were lifting beneath my feet.
I listened to the below this morning - look at Bernstein's face at about the 10-minute mark: the agony and the ecstasy! Obviously he feels what I felt, too. Tremendous.
Saturday, 28 September 2013
Momentous Idle Comments
It's been awhile since I've visited Amazon to see if there have been any comments / ratings left about the novels. I was surprised to see new comments had been left about Leopard's Kin again. One person paid me what I consider to be the highest compliment an author can achieve: "Wished there was a real Noel..."
I know the books I've read where I wished the characters truly existed; I know how much I've enjoyed them. I know those books have been some of my most favourite books, too. Character development is so crucial to me that if I have now "created someone" another person could identify, I'm pleased.
Of course, Lion's Kin is still receiving some negative feedback - usually I hear the disappointment that it's too short, but someone has commented that it was "too wordy." Not sure how it can be both, but what's done is done. It's interesting for me - as the author - to see how the novel that I had ample time to write and did "my way" (Leopard's Kin) has been far more successful than the novel I was writing after working 9+ hours / day and that I did to cater to what publishers want (i.e. less than 100,000 words).
It's intimidating, I have to say. And defeating. It keeps my fingers still for fear of writing another "failure."
But I've gone back and read Lion's Kin and I'm ok with it. I know where I want to go with this story and Lion's Kin was an essential step in that progression. I'm going to take my time with the 3rd, however, and ensure it's what I want. Even if that means it'll be years before it's ready.
I know the books I've read where I wished the characters truly existed; I know how much I've enjoyed them. I know those books have been some of my most favourite books, too. Character development is so crucial to me that if I have now "created someone" another person could identify, I'm pleased.
Of course, Lion's Kin is still receiving some negative feedback - usually I hear the disappointment that it's too short, but someone has commented that it was "too wordy." Not sure how it can be both, but what's done is done. It's interesting for me - as the author - to see how the novel that I had ample time to write and did "my way" (Leopard's Kin) has been far more successful than the novel I was writing after working 9+ hours / day and that I did to cater to what publishers want (i.e. less than 100,000 words).
It's intimidating, I have to say. And defeating. It keeps my fingers still for fear of writing another "failure."
But I've gone back and read Lion's Kin and I'm ok with it. I know where I want to go with this story and Lion's Kin was an essential step in that progression. I'm going to take my time with the 3rd, however, and ensure it's what I want. Even if that means it'll be years before it's ready.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Bounding
Only a few moments today; waiting for the last load of laundry to be finished in the dryer, then I'll be heading out to let "the boys" (a.k.a. the horses) graze on the front lawn. I had them out on Friday afternoon and was astounded by the amount of crickets and toads bounding around in the lawn. Add the great blue heron to the mix and we've got a true working model of the food chain happening at the front of our property.
Was quite pleased with myself today - watching more of Sos Mi Vida (without English subtitles) and actually understood enough to get a joke they were telling about being a "clepto" and Winona Ryder. I guess that 2 years of Spanish I had 30-odd years ago is finally coming back!
Started re-reading Lion's Kin today in preparation to pick up writing the 3rd novel in the series, Tiger's Kin. Took awhile to replace my laptop and get MS Office installed on the new version but all is going according to plan and I will hopefully be able to start work on the novel by next weekend.
Of course, next weekend they are also doing some special events to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the Battle of the Thames and we will be heading towards Moraviantown to see the site of the battle and rub elbows with Tecumseh's ghost. Quite excited about that!
Was quite pleased with myself today - watching more of Sos Mi Vida (without English subtitles) and actually understood enough to get a joke they were telling about being a "clepto" and Winona Ryder. I guess that 2 years of Spanish I had 30-odd years ago is finally coming back!
Started re-reading Lion's Kin today in preparation to pick up writing the 3rd novel in the series, Tiger's Kin. Took awhile to replace my laptop and get MS Office installed on the new version but all is going according to plan and I will hopefully be able to start work on the novel by next weekend.
Of course, next weekend they are also doing some special events to commemorate the 200th anniversary of the Battle of the Thames and we will be heading towards Moraviantown to see the site of the battle and rub elbows with Tecumseh's ghost. Quite excited about that!
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