Too much of a good thing
As I type this, I haven’t yet checked our lottery tickets for last night’s draw. You may be reading the blog of a multi-multi-millionaire who doesn&...
Author: Reay
Beaching it, day 2
*Reporting Live From Ipperwash Beach* I’d thought that today was going to be more about poking around beach town than being at a beach, but the latter was voted...
Blogging from the beach
*Reporting Live From Ipperwash Beach* We called an audible this morning and decided to try to shoot for a visit to an aunt’s place, the better part of three hou...
The summer of rabbits and skunks and wasps and also rabbits
I live near the Toronto shoreline in an area where we’re lucky enough to have various sized parks in easy walking and biking distance. It’s always b...
Expose yourself. Not like that.
Today I was flashing back to a TV show idea that I’d gotten a few years back. It was about a single dad (I’m a dad) of a young girl, who has to get back into th...
2-minute rule redux
A couple of decades back I heard about someone’s suggestion for the “2-minute rule”. I used it for a while and then forgot about it. But given...
Blaugust check-in
“Hey, man, how’s it going?” Hmm? Who’s this? “This is the central conceit of this bit. Go with it.” Um… okay? “L...
Wait, I… kind of like some country music now?
I’ve long maintained that I listen to a pretty wide variety of music. Classic rock was probably the first thing I really tweaked to — one of my earl...
Death cleaning: Just do it.
We’re on the way to visit one of my aunts while we continue to clear out the remaining storage locker that has contained my mother’s belongings since she was ad...