Tag: travel
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Stranded for real
Ok – so here is the problem. Delivered by my Eldest son yesterday afternoon I arrived in good time to check in for my flight out of Calgary to Chicago. But no. I am not particularly religious but one of my favourite sayings is: God Said No. Well, God said NO. For the first time EVER my…
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Going UP
I am in Canmore, up from Calgary. In Alberta, Canada. The drive up the mountain in the gathering dusk yesterday afternoon was beautiful. We are far North and the nights are longer here I think. Today we are going to the ski resort that employs my son- Sunshine Village. We are going up the mountain in…
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To begin
For the first hour and a bit of my journey to Chicago I drive up to a station called University Park. There I leave the car. The second half of my journey to Chicago is on the Metra. The Metra. A train designed to move as many people as possible from where they were to where…
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Gone off
Boo is handling security. Jake is handling lunch. Ton will watch the cows. Sheila is head pig. And Geraldine promises to keep the turkeys off the porch. Love c
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Back to the Country
Travelling back from Portland to Chicago I found myself in a melancholy mood. My voice packed away with my makeup. My city face dissolving back into relief. Dragging my bag like a heavy weary dog with leaden feet on a short leash. Bumping at my ankles – shambling along behind me. I loved standing in front…
The Kitchen's Garden 