When I stepped out of the plane last Wednesday, I took a moment to enjoy the fact that I was back in Rigolet. The air, crisp and cold, felt good on my skin.
After spending an entire day working from Jungle Jim’s in Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Nic, Jason, Frazer, and I awoke way too early this morning to make our way to the airport to catch the flight that would deliver us to Rigolet. This would be my first time back to the community since August of 2018….
It has been well over a month since I boarded a plane. While this might be considered a sure sign of the apocalypse, please rest assured that this lapse in vertical gain will soon be corrected.
Good lord, I can’t believe I started this year with a list of goals and I completely neglected scotch! What has become of me?
Last year I opted to approach my goal of reading for fun without any sort of plan. This meant that most of the books I read were gifted to me, or those that randomly grabbed my attention when I wandered aimlessly through the bookstore. Not a bad method, but also not overly strategic.
Now that 2018 has been filed away under things of the past, it’s time to look to the future and what it could be. More specifically, it’s time for me to write down the things I want to achieve before the clock ushers in yet another new year.
Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! And as such, it’s time for me to pack up and head off to an undisclosed destination for a few days of rest and relaxation. There will be food. There will be scotch. And there will be napping.
Yesterday, I finally learned to make bread – assuming you exclude the breads I’ve made in the past that are really just cake in disguise. I’m looking at you banana, pumpkin, and zucchini breads.
In my series of ongoing culinary (mis-)adventures, I’ve been slowly, oh so slowly attempting to complete my goal of learning to cook six new things in a year. For most people, this probably seems like the easiest of goals. However, given the amount of time I’m actually away from home, coupled with a typical schedule that…
Yesterday was an absolutely stunning day. The temperature was a civilized 20 Celsius, there was a gentle breeze, and the blue sky was accented with just the right amount of clouds to provide temporary relief from the sun.
Today was a rather beautiful day in Dalian. The smog that had been blanketing the city earlier this week had disappeared, leaving behind an almost perfectly clear sky and temperatures meant for sauntering around without fear of melting.
I have been on sabbatical for twenty days, give or take. Given that I’m currently in the future, and my brain never seems to be able to process the space-time continuum, it may be slightly more or slightly less than twenty days. For now, let’s just agree that time travel is challenging even for those…
After roughly 75 days and travelling more than 1.3 times the circumference of the earth in 37 different glorified metal lawn darts, you might think that my travel adventures are coming to a close for the year. Fortunately for me, that’s not the case.
Having arrived in Dalian early Sunday morning after an extended amount of time spent aboard a glorified metal lawn dart, it should come as no surprise that I unceremoniously poured myself into bed the moment I arrived at my hotel.