On Being Tired

Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House on 26. Jan, 2009 | 8 Comments

Is there anything as lovely as being completely utterly, impossibly tired and then sinking onto a bed that you can sleep on?
I remember being a kid driving home from somewhere late in the evening and wanting nothing more than to be back home in my bed–instead of flopping around in the backseat of a noisy, bumpy [...]

Pizza at Twenty Below

Pizza at Twenty Below

Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House, Outdoors on 22. Jan, 2009 | 11 Comments

A long time ago, we used to dream about moving to the country (for us, we dreamed of moving to PEI). We used to pore over Greenspree’s blog and try to get a sense for what it was like on Prince Edward Island.
Somewhere along the way Greenspree wrote about converting a chest freezer into a [...]

Farm Life versus Work Life

Farm Life versus Work Life

Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in Inspirations, Personal on 20. Jan, 2009 | 14 Comments

I am torn between “country living” and “work”.. One minute I am helping Cameron stack firewood and the next minute I am taking a business phone call. Having a foot in each camp is bizarre, and I’m not afraid to admit that these polar opposites have a tendency to freak me out.
Case in point
It’s bitterly [...]

I Don’t Get Out Much

I Don’t Get Out Much

Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House, Personal on 15. Jan, 2009 | 17 Comments

It seems that in the winter I don’t get out much.
Sometimes we get groceries. I go curling once a week, and Cameron curls twice a week. Sometimes I attend meetings, groups, and events. We almost went to the movies once.
Other than that, I am inside.
We’ve lived on the island for over a year, and we [...]

A Day in the Life of Cameron

A Day in the Life of Cameron

Posted by Laura-Jane - Whimfield in House, Inspirations, Personal on 12. Jan, 2009 | 15 Comments

I don’t seem to mention much about Cameron these days. It must be because I am trying to collectively ignore him. If I didn’t ignore him, my guilt would explode into a thousand crystal niblets and I’d be left lying in a crystalized pile on the floor next to the mountain of broom sweepings (that [...]