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Kim Mitchell.

#100BM Day 68

Going to bed early on Saturday night.  The ability to stay out until 2 is not in my wheelhouse right now.

Neither, apparently, is getting ready to travel. I don’t even know which suitcase to bring. I have to find out if my health insurance covers overseas travel. I should find out where the nearest source(s) of cheap booze and jaffa cakes to my flat are.

Maybe I will go to bed after making a list of things to do before Thursday.

Cable limbo.

#100BM Day 67

Holy shit, it’s the first (sanctioned,  ‘league’) Euchre night in, like, seven months!  Next, I will make it back to trivia night and feel like I have a social life again!

Now back to reading on a pub patio while the others are on their special walk to get some fresh, skunky air like the nerd I am.

Aw jeez.

100BM Day 56

‘Oh! And the father-daughter dynamic is really good.  Her dad is played by that Canadian guy who’s in everything.’
‘Who? ‘
‘ You’ll know him when you see him.’

(five minutes later)

‘That’s Keith Carradine.’
‘What! No! He was totally that guy on that show on, like, the remake of the Beachcombers! ‘

(five minutes later)

‘I swear he had a show on TVO!’
‘Keith Carradine?’

Another wild Saturday night in Ottawa.


100BM Day 50

Spent today waging more war on the backyard, which was somehow more jungly than ever.
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The wiffy.

100BM Day 42

My aunt’s network and the Chromebook won’t play nice and I hate typing on my phone, so here is a picture of me at Peggy’s Cove,  taken by a stranger who was accompanied two daughters,  one of whom said ‘I wanna be like Megan!’ seconds earlier.

She was referring to her sister, who was older and better at climbing rocks, but I’ll take any ego boost I can get.


#100BM Day 41?

When one doesn’t have parents or grandparents, it can become quite easy to forget your origins. Read More →


#100BM Day 40

Well, it is still Sunday in the time zone we left this morning. Now I am in a bed in my aunt’s condo overlooking the Basin in Halifax.  Even being a passenger on a really fucking long trip through three provinces is hella exhausting.

Biggest signs that a hurricane-type thing came through were a few downed trees, power outages, and gigantic queues at a gas station. (Advertised as ‘The biggest truck stop in the area’,  which is a delightful combination of boastful and vague — how big an ‘area’ ? The ‘area’  which is occupied by said truck stop?)

Some of my aunt’s flowers are askew, but her garden needs watering already because there was no rain here.

G’night world.  Tomorrow, we explorate the city.


#100BM Day 32

Watching a movie.  Writing can wait. Go listen to a QI podcast and learn something awesome or gross or funny instead.

String theory.

#100BM Day 27

I wonder if my grandmother would be delighted that I am trying to get through a very old pile of mending (during an extremely boring Russia v. Belgium game),  or just appalled that I am absolutely shit at it.

I should mail my Brownie sewing badge back in shame.

Arrested Development.

Aged 36, I am pondering a new career. I’m not even really ready to talk about it, even though it’s been percolating for years, but I’m dipping my toe into an entirely new field over the next few months to see if it maybe possibly could be a good fit. My heart is weighty with trepidation about possibilities (of both success and disastrous failure).

And it’s not knitting full-time.

Although…I have been pondering Etsy (or similar) to sell some knitted pieces. Is it worth it if you are not selling in volume? I have a lot of unfinished projects, to be fair, but I also sometimes just knit a hat over a couple of evenings for no reason other than fidgetiness and I could turn rewatching Michael and Maeby singing ‘Afternoon Delight’ for the 87th time into a bit of pocket money, that’d be good, right?