The Time I Stayed in a Hotel Again

I jokingly said on Facebook that it had been so long since I travelled I wasn’t sure I remembered how. There was a bit of truth to that. I came home from vacation on March 14 and haven’t left the island since. For someone who was travelling somewhere at least once a week, three months at home was unheard of.…

The Time I “Went” to Virtual Knitting Live!

Years ago I signed up for emails from “Vogue Knitting Live!”. I love attending Knit East; it’s local so it’s easy to get to and always is a top notch experience (even the year the Algonquin was under construction) but there’s a part of me that would look longingly at the knitting events in far away places and think “someday…

The Time I Played With Buttons

I finally stopped tracking how many days in self-isolation/quarantine/lock-down  when New Brunswick started easing some restrictions. Stopping tracking has made the “new normal” feel more normal even though some parts still feel anything but.   I’ve struggled with that feeling of crisis with the only response you available is to stay home and do essentially nothing. (I’ve been working from…

The Time I Needed More Space

I saw this meme on Facebook a few weeks ago:   I completely get it; whatever we thought we were going to be doing this spring isn’t happening. Being home on quarantine or whatever we’re calling it now means a lot of open space on the schedule. When I look at my work calendar, it is wide open from about…

The Time I Made Breakfast

The thing about the pandemic and all the discussion around food security has made me very conscious of how I treat what I have in my fridge. I’ve always been a huge fan of leftovers (hello easy supper) but the extra time at home means I will sometimes try to get creative. My mini-omelette egg bites are one example that turned out well. Leftover asparagus and prosciutto for the win!

**Bonus points because now I have new leftovers for the fridge. 😎

The Time We Didn’t Hunt for Eggs

I think like everyone I’ve been experiencing trepidation and sadness about what this holiday weeekend will bring. Inevitably it will be different than normal, different than what was planned just a month ago.   Eleven years ago I started doing Easter Egg hunts for my nieces and nephews. There were only 4 of them at the time (plus an infant).…