Last weekend I made a side trip to my local Office Max, mostly because it was enroute to the other errands I had to run. I’d mentioned that I needed a ream of paper to print my manuscript out on so I could read through it. And, as I was clearing one intersection and headed towards the next I saw the glowing red sign and made a split second choice to run in. The thing is, there’s just no such…
I have this little song I sing when I’m driving, it doesn’t have a particular tune that I could give you to sing it yourself, but it goes like this, “me in the middle..” Repeatedly, until I turn a corner. I sang this so much upon our return to the US that my family knew it was wise not to try and communicate with me when we were stopped at intersections because if they did I’d just sing this silly…
I have a great lovely entryway to my home. Now I don’t say this to boast or brag, but rather because it is of rather great importance to what I am about to tell you. You see, the entryway to my home is one of my favourite places, albeit rather small. The front door opens to a shiny lacquered wood floor. You can see that once the carpet likely extended a bit farther than it does today, although I am…
Many things one does on a weekly basis is grocery shopping. It can be a simple task if you exclude the other shoppers around you. However, learning to find items in a new grocery store, in an entirely new country, can often be a small struggle, even more so when you are living in a country who spells yogurt with an h. My first shopping experience here was nothing short of harrowing, stressful, and breath taking, but not in the…