I sent these along with a letter to my penpal Mary who is still going through central Canada’s winter-that-never-ends.


New stamps!

My boyfriend’s parents gave me some money for Christmas last year and his mum had a chuckle over the fact that I intended to spend the money on a pair of new glasses. I’m so practical with my money. But I waited another month or so and by that point I had finished using my one-month pass to the climbing gym and was eager to continue with the sport. So instead I decided to use the money to buy some climbing gear. Bye bye James’ oversized harness and the comfy but well-worn rental shoes. So, today’s letter is one of thanks to Merilyn and Don for supplying me with a full kit of climbing gear so that I can fall for their son over and over again.

The prairies lost artist William Perehudoff recently. Mary had already started writing me the card seen below – illustrated by Perehudoff’s wife, and artist in her own right, Dorothy Knowles – when she found this news clipping. I can’t recall if I’ve mentioned to Mary that I have a degree in art history. This is why I am immensely enjoying her letters and clippings. She is obviously an art lover herself and is so knowledgeable about the amazing artists of the prairies where she has lived her life. I wonder if or when I’ll ever get back to Saskatchewan….


I joked with my friend Gretchen, who hurt her hand recently, that if she never regained the use of it, she should start using her feet or her mouth. To play squash. To apply colour to her clients’ heads (she works in a salon).

Yes, we were joking around but all jokes aside, I am so blown away when I see what people can accomplish when they have to rearrange their lives to accommodate a physical limitation. I remember seeing a video of a woman with no arms who could put on a bra, drive a car, and do all her grocery shopping by herself. Mind blowing.

And even if you don’t like cats, you have to admit this is a damn fine effort by someone who paints with their mouth instead of their hands. This one is heading Gretchen’s way. It probably dates back to the early 90s back when charities would send these packs of cards out in an effort to receive a donation in return. Do they even do that anymore?

This is not the most fun mail in the post box. HST remittance. My income tax owing to Revenue Canada is not far behind either.

The Drawer has come a long way, don’t you think? Here’s what it looked like on Day 92. Keep in mind I use a lot of those #10 envelopes (back left corner) for work purposes so I’m in no hurry to use those up.

This is another post card divestiture. I’m slowly working through the pile. I picked this up from a rock poster artist who was exhibiting her stuff at the Flatstock show at Bumbershoot a few years ago.

I give you my heart, Ladyhawke. ❤


This is basically my cat. Or former cat. Mazzy. She lives with my parents now. She terrorizes them and the birds in their back yard. She’s happier there than in my small third floor condo. Well, as happy as an ornery cat can be. This one’s for my brother who found the little homeless stinker in the first place.

Look at this monster of a chocolate bar?

I love The Tea Room’s eclectic blend of chocolate and tea and having tried and enjoyed so many of their other bars, I thought I’d give Midnight Mocha a try. Not only did this bar look horrific but there was definitely something wrong with it. Chalky and unsatisfying. So I got in touch with the company and they’ve agreed to send me some replacement bars. And their distributor in my area is also sending me a couple of bars. So, I guess I’m blogging today about snail mail I have yet to receive but I await it with open mouth and will certainly not let this experience turn me off of buying another of their amazing bars. My little indulgence.