Alexandra Wolfe's Blog, page 8

Day #75: Another Milestone

Milestone, or is that, millstone? Ha! Ha! Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic here, but that’s how it feels some days. I wonder if we’ll ever make it off planet (hey, I write SF for fun, I have dreams) and even with Space X launching (hopefully) tomorrow with a two man crew aboard. I... Continue reading →

Day #74: A Walk by the River

Today, as my brain feels numb or on the point of falling asleep—I got about 4 hours sleep last night, for one reason or another—I’m just going to share a few photos from a walk I did, last July, down along the St. Charles river, one of my all time favourite walks. There’s always something... Continue reading →

Day #73: A Bit Of Sam Neill

I saw this yesterday on twitter, and Oh Boy did I laugh out loud. This really brightened my day by just being, well, a silly bit of fun. Watch Sam Neill and Helena Bonham Carter do a two-continent skit—DAS FONE HELL—that if it doesn’t make you laugh, well then, you have no sense of humour!... Continue reading →

Day #72: A Day To Be Positive

And, in being positive, I think I shall share some flower portraits instead of waxing lyrically about the corona virus, or feeling sorry for myself, or worrying about stuff that happens beyond my door. And concentrate on what I can control, and what makes me happy. Baking, gardening, flowers, making things, creating art … these... Continue reading →

Day #71: Early Morning Drama

We were woken at just before 6:30 this morning, by frantic banging on our apartment door. The elderly woman from the apartment opposite ours was in a full panic. Her husband had collapsed and was having difficulty breathing, so my partner, still in their PJs, grabbed their phone, shoved their feet in a pair of... Continue reading →

Day #70: Some Days …

Some days it’s easy to be my upbeat usual self, somedays … but there are almost as many day, these days, under these quarantine conditions, where I feel like it would be easy to succumb to depression. Even if the sun is shining, even if the weather is improving. It’s that last little niggle that... Continue reading →

Day #69: Thinking of my Dad

My dad never really talked much, being a quiet guy who had already witness a lot of death by the time he retired. He had a peculiar habit of buying the RAF monthly newspaper to specifically read the Obits, and learn who of his old colleagues from the war years, had finally died. He always... Continue reading →

Day #69: Life is a Butterfly

My dad never really talked much, being a quiet guy who had already witness a lot of death by the time he retired. He had a peculiar habit of buying the RAF monthly newspaper to specifically read the Obits, and learn who of his old colleagues from the war years, had finally died. He always... Continue reading →

Day #68: Life in Toons

As I had an awful night last night, with little or no sleep due to cramping—I restarted taking ½ a cholesterol pill, as suggested by my doctor, after taking a break for 10 days, in which I had no cramps. But, alas, last night, on the third night of taking my statin … POW! as... Continue reading →

Day #67: Mourning a Loss

Yesterday, while everyone played unawares in the park, outside to enjoy themselves in the warm spring sunshine, as we did, sitting on our balcony for about an hour. A tragedy befell the Canadian Snowbirds Aerobatic Display Team, in Kamloops, B.C. One of their aircraft, which were taking off in pairs and heading out to do... Continue reading →