Found at the side of the road…

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I spend a fair bit of time walking, running, cycling the roads and trails of the Yukon. I have a mental gallery of images of  the sometimes bizarre items I’ve seen abandoned roadside… shoes of course, but clothes, underwear, tools and more. Expand the “roadside” idea further and we’ve found a saw in a tree during a shore lunch, a six pack of beer perched perfectly atop a rock in the middle of a wilderness river and so on.

The find that prompted me to finally do something about creating a place for all this weird random lost stuff was recent. I walked from my office to Starbucks for an afternoon coffee in June and saw, lying sadly in the gravel at my feet, broken dentures. Two pieces of eery pink plastic and chiclet teeth laying there, never again to fulfill their purpose. That’s a find I chose to leave where it lay…

So I’ve created a Facebook page entitled Found at the Side of the Road. It’s intended as a gallery of images and stories of these sometimes inexplicable finds. If you have a photo I invite you to share it. If you don’t know the story I welcome you to make one up…it might be fun.

If you don’t have a photo please, tell us the story anyway. I’ve got a great story about that six-pack of beer on the rock that I’ll tell you someday. I hope you’ll come on over and share.

And maybe someday I’ll fulfill a crazy personal dream I’ve had for a long time; a curated exhibit of single shoes found roadside…. hahahaha! Maybe I can get a Canada Council art grant… maybe lost soles can be reuinited at last!

Come on over and join the Facebook page.

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Friends, Wine, and Beautiful Daughters

ImageIt’s hard to know where to begin. The last week has been a whirlwind of laughing, drinking, talking, crying, travelling, shopping and a bit more drinking. Probably more drinking than I ought to ‘fess up to… so never mind. Forget you read that part.

My youngest was sick in hospital over the Christmas break, and we were off to see a specialist in the Big City. Our eldest daughter joined us on the trip, meaning it was three of us ladies away for the weekend.

There are lots of components to a medical trip for us. There is the medical, obviously…doctor visit, tests, plans, treatment, new meds, probably some pain and discomfort for wee girl and always worry for Mom, but we just get through that part as quickly as we can.

We visit and we eat…oh my, there’s all that fabulous food! Coming from a small center, the food options in a real city are dizzying! So much CHOICE!! And of course, there is the SHOPPING. I’m not talking about a prolonged trip to the mall. I’m not talking about a day in the shops. Nope. I am talking marathon, non-stop, strategic, day after all-day Olympic medal shopping. These girls are ridiculous. Because they are employed and because we live far from good shopping, they save their money…they plan….they plot.

They damn near killed me. I am glad to report the money spent was NOT MINE. That is, in and of itself, worthy of note. I absolutely LOVE that the money wasn’t mine, actually. So, I let them blow their money while I visited, hiked, and drank wine with friends.

Let’s take a moment and reflect on the value of drinking good wine (or even crap wine!) with friends. It’s the best kind of therapy. After what feels like months of anxiety, worry and stress, a good belly laugh in a friend’s kitchen over a glass of wine felt like medicine. I left home Thursday morning holding my shoulders tight, frowning slightly and filled with worry. The doctor’s appointment didn’t alleviate the worry, not a bit. The friends… the friends and the wine, the friends, the wine and the walking…? That did it. That eased me like nothing else really could.

So I’ll think about that as I go forward this month; I want to be that friend with wine. I want to be ready with my door open, arms open and (you better believe it), bottle open for my friends. ‘Cause we all know we don’t need our friends to give us answers…we just need them to keep our secrets, hold our hands and keep our glasses filled. Cheers, and thank you to my friends. I’ve got the corkscrew in hand… come on over!