An Artist's Wife

I was very much looking forward to last weekend, some alone time with Terri. It had been a while and I knew we would be apart for a week and a half so I was looking forward to relaxing. When we arrived our wonderful elderly neighbour (who spoils him rotten by the way) had her daughter and son in law over and they were cutting down trees, great, chain saws, Ugh. After the three hour drive to our country home, we come home to this noise, then we open the door and noticed it smelled bad, I mean really bad. Terri says I guess we forget to throw out the garbage. But we check and it was not the garbage ... we kept smelling it. Then after using our noses and sniffing around it brought us to the fridge area. We open the freezer, and the smell instantly brought on the gag reflex, if you have ever smelled rotten meat you know what I am talking about. It is a smell you never forget once you have it in your memory. There was rotten meat juice now running out all over the front of th...

Dear Blog, My my, it has been a long time. If blog neglect were a crime then I would be guilty as charged. Although I suspect you can’t really call it “neglect” as you have never been far from my mind. I think about you all the time, little blog. It’s just that sometimes there are so many other things that pull me here and there that there just isn’t enough time. Today I have the time, the dog days of August. Where to start, there is so much to say to update this space, yet not much has changed. We plug along building our little world slowly. In fact the other day we thought we just might name our home to Slowly. She has come a long way - with a long way to go. Terri gets frustrated there is always so much to do, me I looked out yesterday morning while having my morning coffee and saw beauty and potential. I see how far we have come, and I am proud of him and us. We have an apt of our own again in Toronto, I am happy to have my family with me once more. We have been apart except for we...