Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end. Lennoxville, Quebec, Canada. In the darkness of night, all birds are blackbirds. The Art of Ron Gang.

I needed to write about why my topics were relative to the world today, and I needed to state who would care about what I am talking about. I compared my writing using one of my first posts and one of my last posts. I was aware of my writing at the beginning of the semester, and I used the grammar skills I learned in class for my later posts. 8221; said the snowman. We can crochet our decorations! Angels, stars, snowflakes, a gingerbread man.

Sunday, October 25, 2015. Or How I spent the weekend after Thanksgiving. Of course I said yes. Yarn festivals, on the other hand, only happen once a year. I drove with my daughter. Here are my daughter and I in our matching garments. There were, of course, many, many yarn vendors on site. So many, in fact, that it was quite overwhelming. Every fibre you can imagine was represen.

This is a record of my experience in food, drink and the flavours I taste. Monday, 4 February 2013. Egg rolls from a box are bland. It all started with a friend visiting from out of town.