Nothing like a little gas...


Gas in Nova Scotia climbed to about $1.35 CDNper litre (approx $5.25US per US gallon for my American friends). Our illustrious mayor said, “well, with gas so expensive, people should either buy hybrid vehicles or take the bus.” The transit department replied “gee, that's a swell idea, but we only have the infrastructure in place to accept a 3% increase in ridership.” That means there really is no room for people to switch from driving to taking the bus. Hmm, and given that the bus only serves a limited number of the million or so people in the province (operating primarily in the region that serves about half the people, around the Halifax area, and at that not very efficiently), and given that the “park and ride” lots set up for the buses are at capacity, it doesn’t look as though people are going to flock to the bus. Added to that, hybrid cars are still very expensive and although they make a reasonable and efficient city car, they have not proven themselves as a car of choice in winter climates, and I certainly cannot afford a second car payment so that I have my summer hybrid and winter gas guzzler.


I am all for being green, in fact have become something of an eco know-it-all. I recycle according to the laws of the land about what goes in what kind of recycling pile, the organics bin and so on. I have learned how to heat effectively using a wood burning stove as primary heat source for my house because renewable trees make more sense than non-renewable sources of electricity we use here, like heating oil or coal. I take my resusable bags shopping, and don't forget them in the car very often anymore. I resist stuff that is over packaged, and have even taken a stand with my groceries, buying locally produced whenever I can find it and forgoing things like fresh strawberries shipped a gazillion miles, preferring to wait until the local ones are actually ready.

People come here for holidays every summer; it's beautiful, the people are great and there is plenty to do. But gas prices like this will most certainly keep people away this summer. With less tourists taking in the scenery and spending their money, we'll have less money to fix things like the vehicle suspension gobbling potholes. I will have to think twice about driving to the valley for a day of farmer's market shopping and bird watching or taking visitors to the cliffs to watch the whales, unless there are a few extra bucks lying around for gas.

Becoming a hermit that goes into town once a month on an ATV and spending the rest of my time writing while living off the land is looking more and more attractive. I wonder if anyone’ll come and visit...maybe one of you that knows how to prepare meat because although I can still shoot (I think), I’m not so good at the icky stuff. Or maybe I’ll have to stock up on meat when heading into town. Course these little hobby farms are normally serviced by septic tanks (hmm) and wells for water (more hmm), another thing for me to learn.

Time for a cup of tea. I am feeling quite cranky after all that ranting.

News flash! Eejit nearly kills her own dog!


I cannot believe my dog. Seriously. Last night I thought that she was dying; groaning, panting and drinking like she been in the desert for a week. I didn’t know what to do with her!

“She look bloated to you?” my sister asks, stroking the blonde red fur with her brows furled together.

“I dunno,” I reply, “but she’s miserable. Been through loads of water today and now she won’t settle at all. What could it be?”

We look at each other wide eyed, thinking about the instant onset diseases that a five year old golden retriever could have. Diabetes? Heart failure? Great long worms with fangs? Yuk! And I have not been walking her enough...oh god I’ve killed my dog! My sister and I confer quietly so the dog doesn't heat that it’s off to the vet first thing in the morning.

I worked into the wee hours of the night, sitting at my dining room table and squinting at the bright computer screen all the while worried about the panting and drooling of the gentle beast at my feet. At about 1:30 AM, I hear a strange noise behind me. I turn just in time to see my up to now perfect dog, her head shoved deep into the kibble bin that houses her brother’s kibble. A child proof, dog proof, practically raccoon proof bin. And she’s got her whole head in it scoffing kibble.

When we all stop laughing the next morning, we tally up the losses. That little piggy, even in the middle of her gastric nightmare, has wolfed down at least 4 POUNDS of Paycee’s kibble. No wonder she had a stomach ache. And bloat.

I haven’t killed her after all. She is suffering the after effects of gluttony. Poor, stupid little piggy.

Life in the Fast Lane


I can’t believe it’s been nearly a whole week since I was on here. And what a week it’s been! I have been busy doing a Spring clean of my business self, and it feels great!

The biz
I am reinventing MVPi – in a huge way. I was trying to be so many things on so many fronts that I wasn’t getting any of it done well and that makes me crazy. So, I let go of some things that I had kept attached to me through pride, and have decided to focus strictly on what I do well or really generates some excitement. You can check it out if you like at www.mvpi.org.

The books
My novel is back from the publisher. Fascinating, fabulous and with much work to do, I cannot tell you how great it feels to have worked with an editor that is so good at what she does. Soon I will be diving back into the manuscript and getting on with it. I am wrapping up a couple of short term projects which are very demanding on my time and so once they are done, it’s into the book. I have also been blessed with opportunity to write for a couple of major anthologies that will be published later this year and early next year. At the same time I am working on what is quite possibly the book to cap off my professional career, and it has to be finished before the end of the year too. Wow!!!

The buzz
I am going to attempt to do something that is bigger than me, and so I am asking for your support as it takes off. Over the summer I will be making ready, planning announcements and scheduling the program that will launch in September; the first chapter for Roaring Women in Atlantic Canada. I am really excited about this! Roaring Women is a networking group that is really different; strong, power packed and backed by a network of women and men that are now international. Check out www.roaringwomen.com for more details about the organization, and the focus that it has on helping people who have a business to learn to do business differently. One of the things I like about roaring women is that when you see that rules don’t fit, we break them and try something new. That little nugget explains a lot about me.




Seen any good movies lately?

We rented August Rush because my Dad recommended it after watching it three times. I do love watching Freddie Highmore (who plays August) and I thought that anything that is worth watching three times has to be worth having a look at. August Rush is a contemporary musical retelling of Oliver Twist that is absolutely stunning. It captures a young boy's faith and unwaivering spirit amid a background of wonderful, predominantly original music. This is one of those rare movies that doesn't rely on dialogue; you need to watch it and actually witness what's happening while you experience the music in order to get the whole picture. Brilliant.

Time is on my side...or at least it can be!

One of the big beefs I keep hearing has to do with time. Finding time, losing time, not enough time to do the things we want or need to do. They’re both interesting concepts I think. Things that I “ought to do” “should be doing” but neglect, and the “time”.

Take for example those of us who have some disease like diabetes (me!), heart disease or high blood pressure. We can complain that we never have time to cook properly, so instead eat out a lot, but where is the payoff? If we “save” fifteen minutes in our day by scooting into a drive through and indulge in something that we know is going to accelerated that disease, how much time did we really save? And how many calories were in that??

Did you know that you can prepare a meal in thirty minutes? A healthy, sit down tuck yourself up to the table meal? Now if getting in and out of the drive through takes you ten minutes plus it is five minutes out of your way on the journey home, how much time did you save from that thirty minute meal? Fifteen minutes. Are you saying that your life is not worth fifteen minutes a day?

Alright, maybe I am being mean. Let’s find some time for other things. This time of year people start cleaning up; they clean up their yards, their decks, clean the drapes and the chimney. We call it Spring cleaning because it’s like getting a fresh start on your house is a reflection of having a fresh new season of growth get underway. But people grumble anyway. No time to clean my yard, no time to get at the mess in my cupboards and basement, no time to soak in the bath, no time for myself.
Are you sure? If a friend called you in dire need of something – a shoulder to cry on, a trip to the doctor, or better still an emergency run downtown for that exquisite pair of shoes, you’d drop everything and be there in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you? Why are we so hard on ourselves that we refuse to allow ourselves the time to do things for ourselves. Think of things that you could actually do more efficiently in a day and savour that time for yourself. Ten minutes of not hitting the snooze button on your alarm means that you do have time to shave your legs in the morning. Twenty minutes away from the television means that you do have time to walk the dog. Do you have to watch two hours of news at night, followed by three hours of crummy prime time viewing? What about planning your grocery shopping so that you can have food on hand at home and not be tempted to stop on the way past the fast food place?
How many forums, chat rooms or blogs do you read in a day? How about just skimming the best ones (and here’s hoping this is one of them – what a shameless plug!) and then freeing up some time there too?

You see, I think that in designing our “ideals” around “taking time for myself” we decide that it needs to come in great chunks of time; a two hour nap; an hour long soak in the tub; a full day out gabbing and shopping with buddies. But that sets up a very high expectation with a very small chance of happening. Instead, think about the relaxation that can come in short time outs. Drinking your morning coffee on the deck while you savour the fresh air and your neighbourhood instead of getting wrapped up in the morning news. A twenty minute stroll with the dog in the morning that makes him as happy as can be, and is also good for you. A fifteen minute phone conference type of call on Skype with your girlfriends or with an aging grandparent while you give yourself a pedicure. A thirty minute fix-it job in your yard once a week instead of dreading having to devote an entire day to the whole mess.

We can and do find the time. It’s here with us, in this very present moment.

The Memories that Come

I thought I’d watch a movie tonight, since I wanted to do something other than write. I’m tired. We threw in a DVD of The Village. Not that compelling, I am keeping an eye on it out of one corner while surfing the ‘net when I was struck by a very profound memory.
In the movie they were reviewing the stories that brought the people to the village. Murder. Violence. Rage. The things we don’t like to think about, but which are sometimes thrust into our minds as a memory of some significance. Like this one.

I came home from work one evening, my two little girls in tow behind me, the end of a long day. We lived in the main floor suite of an apartment. Not quite a dump, but not exactly living the middle class dream, either, it was a tired looking dive.

When I put the key in the lock, the door thunked into something behind it. I nudged the door a bit and looked through the opening, and there was my ironing board in the way. I knew in a moment that I had been robbed. Why would anyone want to rob me, I thought? I had so little already.

I tried to keep things low key in front of the kids, but it’s hard to hide all the mess when your worthless stuff has been strewn all over place. The good stuff wasn’t strewn, of course, because it was gone! Later it was hard to hide the laughter over the fact that the buggers had stolen things like my computer and a ukulele nestled inside a case that my Dad made by hand, but they had left the 20 year old TV behind. Dang! It was one of those classic TV’s, you know, with no remote control, and knobs that you had to pull to turn the set on or off. The reception on it was pretty bad too, so there was an elastic band that went from the tuning knob to the on/off knob to keep the screen snow down to a bare minimum. It would have been easy for the bad guys to get rid of it; they could have thrown it into the dumpster for me.

In seriousness, the bad guys might have been a previous tenant; they had entered the suite with a key and then passed stuff out of a window after they ripped the security bars out of the way. Guess I could have secured those bars better and at least slowed them down a bit. Perhaps then would have thought twice about the quality of the stuff they were hauling. I mentioned we were not in a penthouse right? Although a lot of the stuff was old junk and worth very little (especially according to the insurance company), it took me a while before I could actually replace most of it. The inconvenience was things like the laundry quarters, because I had a need to wash absolutely everything that was in that apartment, and the computer that was old and antiquated. The heartbreak was the blond wooden ukulele case with brass corners and a fuzzy lining. Although you may not appreciate the ukulele as an instrument, you might relate to the case as something lovingly handmade by my Dad.

Twelve years later, last summer, I finally replaced that ukulele, and my Dad has once again made me a beautiful wooden case, complete with brass corners. Thanks Dad, again.

A great read! One World by George Maciver


One World quickly grabbed my attention starting out as it did in the midst of a hijacking with racing adrenaline and bullets whizzing. This story is brilliantly told through believable characters and military expertise tempered with reality. Things happen quickly as a frightening plot with international connections and well hidden secrets is cleverly unwound. As cars race along the motorway and the body count rises, the vulnerable side of these heroes who serve their country, and indeed the world, comes alive along with the unexpected.

An exciting novel that includes raw courage as well as brutality and savage terrorists, One World is a great read. I could not put this book down until I reached the end, which really says something because I often approach a book by reading the beginning and then skip to the final couple of chapters; this was a rare find that I wanted to experience just as it was. Author George Maciver has created a compelling tale and left me eagerly wanting to read more of his work.

Description:

One World is the explosive tale of James Gilmour, a British SAS soldier, and his personal fight with terrorism on mainland Britain. During the assault of a hi-jacked aircraft, Gilmour befriends an eight year old girl whose mother has been shot. After the assault, Gilmour snatches the girl from social workers he believes are not working in her best interests. His actions bring down the fury of his superiors and Gilmour finds himself being thrown out of the Regiment, but things are not as they seem. Returning from a shopping trip, an SAS mate is shot dead and Gilmour is taken hostage along with the girl and a female Sergeant. With the American President's state visit to Britain imminent, Whitehall is greatly alarmed over the shooting and kidnapping of SAS soldiers, and tasks Peter Ellis, an unconventional freelance operative, to investigate. From a dying man in a disused quarry on the outskirts of Belfast, Ellis learns disturbing news.

More information is available on the author’s website at http://www.georgemaciver.com/index.htm

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ISBN13 (TP) 978-1-4257-6912-3
ISBN13 (HB) 978-1-4257-6952-9