Tag Archives: Nanaimo

The Saga Continues: Katje is still persona non laundra.

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It’s the end of the month and yet again, I’m standing (well, sitting) here wondering what the hell just happened. I’ve spent maybe a week, tops, at my new place — I’ve spent so much time running around between Coquitlam, Nanaimo, and Powell River — not to mention Ogre’s house — that I really haven’t had a chance to be… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 4, or “The Pre/sequels We All Drank Enough to Forget”

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(Parts One, Two, and Three.) The worst of this move is over, thankfully. Moving out of a place is a lot harder than moving into. (Also I think there could be a sexual innuendo in that sentence, but I’m too tired to make it work. Feel free to give it a try in the comments.) As soon as I got… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 3, or “Return of the Clusterfuck”

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(Read Part 1 and Part 2.) The apartment in Coquitlam needed to be ready for me to move into. This meant there needed to be space for my stuff, first of all, and that my grandparents’ stuff needed to be moved out. That is, we needed to move out what we could of my grandparents’ stuff — part of the… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 2, or “The Stuff I Own Strikes Back”

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(Read Part 1 here.) We now had more problems than we’d started out the day with: not only did we no longer have the use of TG’s truck to get rid of some of the big stuff, including the mattress and box spring, but now we had to work on getting the truck to Courtenay Car Centre and getting it… Read more »

Lost in Coquitlamfield with a drunk GPS

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I just got back from driving my mom to the airport. She’s headed for Nicaragua for a month on a business trip. Okay, so there’s some personal time in there too. It’s a month-long trip to Nicaragua; she’d be crazy not to. I should say, mom drove to the airport, and I took her car back home. This is because… Read more »

The Saga of the Move: Part 1, or “A New Home”

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Some of you may know that I moved recently. I talked about it a bit before my blogging, social media, and Youtube hiatus — not a planned hiatus, by the way, I just got so bogged down with the realities of moving and other work (like finishing the proofing of Bellica‘s third edition) that I literally had no time to… Read more »

In which our heroine posts pictures of zir garden

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Proof, more or less, that I am not a complete failure at gardening. In that pot is thyme, lavender, rosemary, basil, and parsley. Not only have I kept three plants alive for weeks,I have successfully grown two new ones from seeds. In light of this success I cannot be terribly depressed by how my roses are doing. Even if they… Read more »

Recycling and Compost and How They’re Important, or something, not sure what the message is here, really

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I would be more inclined to participate in my city’s compost and recycling curbside pickup programs if they made it easier. I know, that sounds like so much White Whine, but consider: There is no direct way from my yard to the front curb. All entry to my house is in the alleyway. So anything I want picked up at… Read more »

Tales from the Fat Side: Coldstone’s Cold Shoulder

Today a friend and I decided to go to Tim Horton’s for some Coldstone’s ice cream. I was really happy when Coldstone’s came up here from the States, as it had been a favourite of mine when I lived in Hawaii. The fact that it’s in Tim Horton’s means it’s easier to convince my boyfriend to go and get it,… Read more »