November 30, 2013 at 12:10PM

Never too old #blog Playing with the kiddie toys at @pdacoquitlam :) http://instagram.com/p/hWgf0BklYy/

November 29, 2013 at 09:20PM

friday forte: the daily pussy #blog http://instagram.com/p/hU6tTfklZE/

spt 28nov13: seduced by the glamour

Someone once accused me of emigrating for the glamour of it all. Although i think a different kind of glamour was meant, I'm certainly enchanted by what I've found here. Snow, awesome views, the great outdoors ... it's hard not to be seduced by it all. Yes - I came for the glamour.

November 27, 2013 at 07:12PM

wordless wednesday: a jolly good cause #blog @rpicecream #uglysweater #portmoody http://instagram.com/p/hPiZ0jElbh/

terrific tuesday: time well spent

Digital doodle fun with a Bamboo Splash pad yesterday evening. Used the Autodesk Sketchbook program that came with the drawing tablet and tried out the brushes. Makes a changes from doodling on my android tablet and it feels odd not drawing directly on the screen. I use the Autodesk apps on my android, so I sort of know my way around the tools. As you can see though, I still have much to learn. But I'm happy to keep practising. It's quite a luxury to have the time/space to do so. And this is something I want to keep in mind after this year's busy schedule.

November 25, 2013 at 08:30AM

Not getting much work done here - pinned to the comfy chair by ms griz #blog http://instagram.com/p/hJPUMyklZ6/

Sunday moments

Sunday - out with the boys on the first snowfalls on Cypress. stretching it a bit to call the mountain open for skiing but we did manage four good runs. On the last one, i was chased down the slopes by a go faster wee guy. his ski boots are almost the same size as mine. When did this happen? The first of many family weekends on snow? I hope so. Exercise is much more fun together and skidding on snow.

and so it begins #festivecountdown #blog

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spt 21nov13: reward

spt 21nov13: reward, originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

Caught up with work, at last, and facing a weekend that I don't have to keyboard through unless I tackle my college assignments.

... which I won't.

Cypress Mountain is open, so guess where I'll be?

Anyway - a trip to Value Village was this afternoon's reward.

wardrobe notes: top, Betty Barclay; skinny jeans, Suki Silver Jeans; glass pendant, Mojacar; phone, Nexus 4; attitude, relaxed

wordless wednesday: unfiltered #blog

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Should I admit on postsecret that I find the New Yorker an incredibly boring read? #blog

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After school - let the snacks commence

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start the day

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the daily griz: purrturbed

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SPT November 14: disembodied

SPT November 14, originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

A headless chat with Col. Moody.
Of it's not there, how can I tell you what's going on inside it?
How do I know what's going on inside it?
A little hint - it's not empty but it's not cluttered.
Clarity.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
Brighter.
... backing southerly, rain, 40 miles, rising ...
Sailing By

(not nearly enough words) wednesday: twenty years ago today

twenty years ago today, originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

Seems like a lifetime ago, but it also feels just like yesterday.
I don't feel any older; maybe I feel a little wiser; I certainly feel complete.

We've come through some tough choices and done a lot of maturing together, learning to live with each other and enhance each other's existence. Some of it was welcome, and some we'd both rather not have had to face.
We've laughed together. We've ranted together. We've walked out on one another.
We've been told we're too smoochy. We've been described as perfect for each other. We've been asked, why do you stay together?
I've been accused of whining about my husband as I explored what wasn't working well, and told to keep it to myself.
Whatever - I don't see you with the same person you started out with - go figure.

It's been a twenty-year journey into growing up and making something of life together. It hasn't been easy, and it hasn't always been golden.

But I can honestly say, I cannot imagine growing older without this man at my side.

Happy anniversary mr ebb - thanks for sticking around xxx

and so it begins or ends or comes full circle

whatever. it seems quite apt that Monday's walk should take the wee guy and me past the local salmon streams, busy with fish swimming their way against the current to certain death. inevitable. no choice in the matter. condemned by biology. is choice really that much better? i guess I'll find out. eventually.

out of my shell

Vancouver Maritime Museum, originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

Just delivered - one project.
Still to come - one website; three homework assignments.
This evening - coming out of my shell to do something other than write stuff.

friday forte: day out

Another school not in session day. November is full of them. Managed a couple of hours work this morning then resumed parenting with the Wee Guy. Our planned lunch destination want open so we gladly swapped for Siegels bagels. Then on to the maritime museum for all things maritime and another view of Wee Guy's portrait by Shari. A good day. But not much work done.

self portrait Thursday: coming thru?

self portrait Thursday: coming thru? Kicking off my spt routine once more and feeling that some headspace is returning., originally uploaded by ebbandflo_pomomama.

Kicking off my spt routine once more and feeling that some headspace is returning.

Spurred into activity by Tracey at Fashion Forward 40, I thought I'd better reinstate my narcissistic selfie posts asap.

So - this is me, today. Checking thru notes from a medical conference, prepping the contents for omissions in preparation for turning them into a report.

In Starbucks.
I prefer to get out during a day's writing.
And a coffee shop is a good place to head to.
Coffee. White noise of conversational hum. Food.

Using Toggl to keep track of time (well) spent.

This is how I freelance. This is how I write.

Fashion notes: sweater, thrift; attitude, feisty; confidence, variable

brilliant idea

So - who's brilliant idea was it to entertain the Wee Guy one evening, to keep him occupied while mr ebb and I slogged thru our never-ending to-do lists of 'things that must be written', by sitting him in front of the complete Fast Show playlist on YouTube?
Brilliant, and he nails the accent bang on.

the wee guy

sketched on my phone; waiting for food

AWOL MIA

It's November and the wind whistles through my empty neglected blog.
There's been a lot to keep me away from it, especially in the last week. I resigned from one contract and picked up a couple of new projects on another.

So why resign from the regular gig? Why pitch into the precarious freelance world?
Why swap security for uncertainty?
In short, it came down to a matter of fit, finding my passions and not being willing to compromise.

As a result, for the next couple of weeks I will over fill my work hours, but then? Balance. Creativity. Productivity on the right track. Pursuing my passions.

But, have I given up writing?
What do you think?
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