Apologies for this break in transmission

The author has been so busy living, she has neglected to chronicle the adventures of new home-ownership, the frustration of job searching, and the various successes or otherwise of bread baking, cellar filling, leaf raking and other such vagaries of happy living.

The author apologises profusely, and aims to rectify the situation shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy these humble offerings from my wanderings. Feel free to hum your own elevator muzak until regular transmission resumes.

Welcome to my new home town!

We totally know how to party.
(Don't be mistaken. This is the Oktoberfest Thanksgiving parade. If only the World Religions Conference also busted out Onkel Hans as a mascot.)

And while this isn't near home, it's pretty, so I'm sharing it with you.

For pumpkins and patios

It's Thanksgiving here tomorrow, so I shall (again) put off the daunting task of recounting to past wonderful, humbling week to instead simply do what the time demands: be deeply, truly thankful, for love, for family and friends, for sunshine and chipmunks in the front yard, for stepsons who smile and love and laugh, for soil that is rich, and time that is so elastic as to make it feel I've lived here forever already.

It's frightening sometimes to fully comprehend the richness and beauty of life. Lucky I am, as lucky as the teeming universe that only reveals itself in pricks of distant light, lest it dazzle us all into insanity.

Goodbye Toronto

Thanks for the drinks, the laughs, the sunshine and bright lights, the silly dancing, the globe-climbing, and four years of pure exploration inside and out. You really are a constant surprise. 

I'll be seeing ya.

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