I was born in Kelowna. The story goes that my dad was away from home (then Fort St. John) studying for his master’s degree in Edmonton, so mom went to stay with my grandma for help with childcare. My older brother was 1 at the time.
15 months later my sister and brother were born. I’m sure my children are afraid that the twin gene will hit their generation, so they have been slow to have children. Or perhaps it has been my reminding them that I am not ready to be a grandma.
Growing up I wanted to be a nurse, then realized that I wasn’t kind enough when it came to dealing with sick people, and was seriously grossed out by things like bed-pans, blood and vomit.
I ended up being a musician and music teacher. Somehow I believe I am still helping people, although not in the same heroic ways that nurses do. That’s fine with me. We need nurses who don’t mind the messy things in life.
- I have decided to start this blog because I figure it is even more private than a personal journal. As a child I kept a diary until I found it that it was being read frequently by a family member. That is still a fear, even though I live alone
- I’ll write about things that “occur” to me. Thoughts that I might want to revisit, and funny or sad things that happen, but I have no-one to share with.
- I would love to connect more with myself. Nobody else needs to read this.
- If you blog successfully throughout the next year, I hope to understand myself better. I do know that I am a bit of a workaholic and this might be one way to force myself to stop for a few minutes each day.
The photo was taken not long ago while walking Toffee on a beautifully cloudy day.
Reflections 