We’ve been in our new home for nearly six months. We took possession on St. Patrick’s day, which in these parts, also happens to mark the Spring Equalday, a time of rebirth and celebration. There was much significance in this for me.
In April, we went on vacation with my brother, his wife and his youngest son. Disney World! Universal Studios! We had an amazing time forging memories that I will treasure always.
In May, we brought home a puppy, a Bernedoodle, and we named him after Captain America’s best friend, Bucky. Which later became Bucky Sneakers. Or, Bucky Boo. Or, Bucks. Or, Buck-man. Whichever seems most appropriate really.
I love our Bucky! He is my constant companion and I cannot fully explain how grateful I am to have that. He is my giant, furry baby. I am shameless in my devotion to him. He is not just a dog.
I recently spent some time with my brother-in-law, fine art photographer and print maker, Reathel Geary, perusing a variety of art galleries in Calgary’s core. Such a treat, this is… especially for me. I have been enamoured with art for a very long time; literature, music, photography, paint on canvas, whatever really. I’m not picky. Most of the time I’m not even sure what I’m looking at! All the same, I love how a particular piece of art makes me feel, that something tangible inspires an emotional experience…one with enough weight to make a lasting impression. Read more