In particular, down there on Norman Island on a mooring ball in The Bight. Our very kind neighbor at the dock in Manuel Reef loaned us his kayaks (thanks, Philip!) so we could get ashore once on our mooring ball… Checked the weather (rainy tomorrow, a bit on the windy side) but getting slowly better as we inch toward departure day next Tuesday.
Hurricane debris and damage can be seen everywhere – and the boat wreckage makes you want to cry.
These boat owners painted the names of the two nasty storms on their boat’s hull…
Don’t have Internet per se (using my data plan to upload) so won’t add too many photos.
Managed to do a bit of snorkeling in the caves just around the corner… paddling into the headwind coming back to the boat wore everyone out – the rest of the crew is sound asleep.
Ok, last month was tough! I wrote a LOT! I’m not talking about sheer number of words on the blog (though I did manage to write a post a day for the AtoZ Blogging challenge), but I also wrote a big chunk of my book on medically assisted dying plus some journal entries, some promo materials, and a draft of a book review. I wrote every day, rain or shine, whether I was travelling or at home, feeling great or feeling crummy.
Which made me think, there is NO REASON whatsoever to not keep this up. So, here we go. May 2, 2018 marks DAY 1 of as long a streak as I can manage… This would have gone up yesterday but we had a challenging trip from Chicago to Tortola and no wi-fi access, so here we are a day late right off the bat! Also, having trouble uploading photos so I may need to add that later…
At the very least I will post a photo and caption each day (except today, apparently) since I always have my phone and compulsively snap photos every day anyway… Because I’m also always reading and writing, I’ll include a note at the end of each post letting you know what I’m working on… Dad and I have also talked about including bits and bobs inspired by his art and our chats, so I am thinking I won’t run out of things to blog about any time soon. Here we go!!
You known how it works… you get nibbled on by a zombie and, some time later (I think that part depends on the zombie variety) you develop symptoms. Itchy spots, heat, swelling, palpitations followed rapidly by open wounds, limbs falling off, brains spilling out of your ears… Actually, I don’t really know (which will be clear as blood to the legit zombophiles out there…)
Despite the fact I don’t know much about how it works, I recently took part in a day of zombie shooting with Theatre Canmore… not as in loading up my weapon and taking aim at the living dead but becoming one with my inner zombie and being shot… by a camera.
The initial intent was to create a zombie-themed #getconsent series of public service announcements, but the client decided zombies were too scary and we won’t use the footage for that after all. Stay tuned for a Canmore Town Halloween Special at some point… The talented Candice McMullin has reworked the scripts, which now involve mountain climbers instead of zombies… the hair and makeup should be much simpler! I’m hoping I’ll be able to take part in that shoot, too (kind of a dream combination of activities… climbing and acting).
As for Canmore Town – the launch of the pilot and the web series will take place later this month. If you haven’t already (and if you are cool, you should) please sign up to the CanmoreTown YouTube channel. That way you won’t ever miss an episode and, when the time comes, you can watch the zombies in action!
The worst part of the zombie experience was not eating a bunch of brains (frozen Jello) or making awful retching noises or dodging hostile Canmorons who were fighting back… the worst part was trying to bush my hair later (ow!). That was bad, but even worse was peeling off that wound. It looked so cool (hats off to the talented creative crew behind the makeup!), but oh my, it was really stuck on there well and I hadn’t realized that was going to be part of the makeup/costuming so I didn’t prepare by shaving all the fine little hairs off my forearm or prepping my skin with some sort of lotion that might have made removal a bit easier. As it was, when I ripped that sucker off it took along all my arm hairs and brought tears to my bloodshot eyes!
Theatrecanmore.com is where you’ll find all the latest info about Canmore Town… I don’t think zombies will be regulars on the show, though they have been around in film for a long time, apparently. White Zombie dates back to 1932 and was directed by Victor Halperin – I feel like I should track it down and watch it to see where all this began What’s your favourite zombie movie? As a zombie newbie, what are your must-see recommendations?
Yesterday I started my post with a clip from an old song… I’ll do the same today with this old chestnut, I Was Born Under a Wandering Star.
My mom was the one who used to sing this to me (in not quite as low a register as Lee Marvin does, mind you) every time I said I was yearning to hit the road and go travelling. I don’t know where that need to roam comes from, but for some of us, itchy feet have nothing to do with athlete’s foot.
The past year and a bit have been really good for finding myself in far-flung places. Strangely, though I lived there for many years, Vancouver Island has become a destination. Last year I had the pleasure of taking a couple of sailing trips with my daughter and her husband on their lovely sailboat, Easy Rider.
It was a little chilly lounging around on the foredeck in February… But that didn’t stop me from trying. That’s what those lovely survival suits are for, right?
Had a great road trip through the mountains in March and stopped (of course) at Grizzly Book and Serendipity Shop in Revelstoke where, it turned out, they were filming a Christmas movie (hence the Christmas decorations in March…)
After arriving back in Canmore (home, these days) I basically unpacked and re-packed and went off to Paris. But not before a late night ice climbing expedition:
Our neighbourhood. For most of our stay we hung out in the 15th, a five minute stroll from this bridge.
From Paris, I took a quick trip to Montreal, Toronto and London as one of my books was nominated for a Silver Birch Award in Ontario.
Then, back to Paris. Where, among other things, I ate frog legs.
Eventually, we returned to the mountains, but only briefly, just long enough to climb a mountain or two.
The weather was good on the coast and I was longing to get back on the water…
I’m fastening on the ‘don’t lose the dog’ netting on the boat before we set off for a few days of puttering around in the Gulf Islands. I have no more photos of this trip because I dropped my brand new phone overboard as we approached Nanaimo Harbour! Note that the weather had improved dramatically so no survival suits were required.
Once back in the mountains I played about with my replacement phone and enjoyed a bit more climbing
before heading back to Europe.
There was a day in Paris…
quick visit to the Centre Georges Pompidou…
… and then on to Madrid, where I met my daughter and Dad in Madrid…
From there, a train to Sarria where we began a very slow walk 120 kms or so to Santiago de Compostella as part of our Great Camino Project. (If you haven’t already found it, check out @lastlegbook on Instagram for lots of photos of our journey).
Santiago… that way…
Because we were working on a book about the project, after our time was up in Spain, we jumped on a cruise ship in Barcelona and wrote 65,000 words or so… One of these days we will get the rest of the manuscript done and, with any luck, will eventually see a book. If you’d like to have a look at a few of the posts written along the way, here are a couple of links…
Once back at home in the mountains, I lost a bet and had to jump down Main Street wearing a pink bunny suit…
(and no… I didn’t… pass wind, that is… I did jump through town while singing the Happy song by William Pharrell… )
When all that was over, it was time to pack our bags again and head back to the coast for Christmas with family.
The gang in Vancouver…
You might think all that was more than enough packing and unpacking, but what did we get for Christmas? Yes!! Allegra and I received tickets to go on a cruise together! So off we went again to explore the Caribbean… but not before a little ice climbing…
It’s kind of nice you don’t need seventeen layers crampons and ice axes to have fun on the beach… (this one in Jamaica).
And then, home again just in time for spring break and (this is getting a bit ridiculous) another trip to Paris!
It was a wet spring in Paris – the Seine is threatening to overflow her banks…
And finally, back home to the mountains for a bit more ice climbing…
Yeah. It’s been quite the year, or so… I couldn’t have imagined all those many miles being logged had I tried to look ahead at the beginning of 2017. Who knows where this next year will take us?
Thanks, Dad! Xavier Cugat is not a name I’d ever come across, but Dad, who has been following along as I’ve worked my way through the alphabet for the AtoZ Blogging Challenge this month, sent me a note this morning saying I should include Xavier and his Waldorf-Astoria Orchestra as they play this 1943 song, Brazil. While you are playing that in the background, I’ll keep going with the letter X.
As it turns out, this month I’ve actually had three sets of X-rays – two on my jaw (sadly, the result of those eXplorations will be removing a root canal and installing a new one… that does not sound in any way like it’s going to be fun), and the other on my hips. The findings there were that yes, my left hip is basically shot – arthritic and rather exuberantly sprouting bone spurs, perhaps in a misguided effort to replace the cartilage which seems to have gone missing. Using an ultrasound (sort of a watery X-ray…), we managed to shoot the hip full of cortisone and some weird lubricating gel stuff and the pain is much relieved. Good news, as I should be able to keep hiking and climbing on it while I wait to get old and decrepit enough to qualify for a hip replacement.
Hm… this map doesn’t include the red dot showing exactly where Shangdu town (near where Xanadu used to be) is located… Curious? Click here…
I love to travel, but one of the places that’s been on my wish list for the longest is one I have yet to get to; Outer Mongolia. Turns out that Xanadu, in Inner Mongolia, was once the summer palace of Kubla Khan. One of these days I will get to Mongolia… no plan yet, but that seed was planted so long ago it has grown into a serious old oak and such a large tree is a bit uncomfortable to keep lugging around.
While vaguely in the neighbourhood (and speaking of trees), here’s a painting by Guo Xi from the Northern Song Dynasty (920-1126).
Trees by Guo Xi, a long time ago in China
The Love Embrace of the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Myself, Diego and Señor Xólotl by Frida Kahlo (1949) I have to say that’s one of the longest, most intriguing titles I’ve come across… But it does contain an X. Thanks, Seńor Xólotl!
For those who are biting their nails and wondering how the manuscript/deadline race is coming along, here’s the update. I’ve finished a rough and tumble draft, which is a bit long. I’ve got that printed out and am going through it searching for the 2500 or so extra words that seem to have snuck in there. If I keep going at the pace I’ve been working, all things being equal I should have made the cuts (on paper) and entered the edits into the digital draft in time to send it off to my editor by Sunday midnight. That’s a day ahead of schedule, technically, but I’ll be heading to the airport on Monday and I really don’t want to take it with me, so that’s the plan.
This is the first draft my editor will have seen, so I fully expect that not long after I get back I’ll have my draft and a set of notes back to work on. But, that’s getting ahead of myself. There are a couple of things I already know I want to change in the next draft, but that’s what the revision process is all about. Modifying and refining. As always, I’ll be pretty excited to see what the editor has to say as her wise insights always make the books better…
I’ll leave you with this final image by an Argentinian painter, Xul Solar. It was cooking hot here in the mountains today, so it feels appropriate to celebrate the sun!
Yeah. It’s been quite the year, or so… I couldn’t have imagined all those many miles being logged had I tried to look ahead at the beginning of 2017. Who knows where this next year will take us?
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