I am grateful for the great time I am having with both my lads at scout camp here on Newcastle Island. It’s a great spot, and there are great people here. We’re camped right by the water. As I write this I am in my tent between two sleeping kids, listening to the murmers of the last stragglers around the campfire and the waves lapping at the shore.

We had a full day. They practised making fires on the beach. We went kayaking.  They ran around lots, having the time of their lives. 
As my late grandfather used to say, “it just doesn’t get any better than this; and sometimes, I don’t even think it gets this good.”


I am grateful for a potluck dinner we were invited to for the end of the year of the Beaver Colony that Farley will be joining next year. He’s been to so many Beaver and Cub meetings, it’s hard to believe this will be the first time he’s officially been registered. It was a fun event that coincided nicely with a night I had the boys to myself, and there were lots of Cooper’s buddies from Cubs there, too.

I am grateful for Farley’s zeal for power windows.

I am grateful for a visit from a cool snail that Farley found tonight.


I am grateful for my Farley boy, who gave me a nice Father’s Day card today with a portrait of our family.

I am grateful for a productive day.

I am grateful for a night out with Julie. We went to the studio, and painted. We didn’t converse much, but it was a nice way to hang out.


I am grateful for Farley and Coop, who both received the yellow belts that they earned in their Karate class today.

I am grateful for a trip we took to East Sooke Park. It’s a great spot, and I remember doing a lot of day hikes there back when I lived here in my early twenties.  We went down to the beach and had a picnic, and made great use of a driftwood swing someone set up there. It was a great way to spend our afternoon.


I am grateful for time spent at the studio this afternoon.

I am grateful for family fun night: Farley’s pick. He’s been asking about  to going to a cemetery for a while now; tonight we went to two. First, we stopped at the Jewish Cemetery, we then went to the Ross Bay Cemetary.

It was a great experience. We paid respects and talked a bit about what had happened at the holocaust memorial. We stood by markers of a person who died in 1880, that had had been born in 1779. There was another that was born in Düsseldorf, Germany in 1921, and was buried here in 2001. 

It’s one thing to know the dates and general facts of history, it’s another to be in the personal space of someone who was a 12 year old Jew, likely in Germany while the Nazis were coming to power. Now that person rests here in the neighbourhood I call home. I don’t know his family, or the person who is buried there, but being there helps me form a personal connection to history; these were real people, with real lives, and I stood in their space tonight.

At Ross Bay, Coop used a map to find the final resting place of Emily Carr. It was nice to see offerings there for her; people had left paintbrushes and other art supplies, or artwork of their own. We also saw markers for railroad barons, lieutenant governors, and premiers, and the first European woman to own real estate in British Columbia. 

I am grateful for some dramatic skies at sunset tonight.


I am grateful for some time at the studio today.

I am grateful for help from my boys on a project to organize our spice cupboard. Coop handled the label maker, Farley handled sticking the labels on, and I handled the rest.

I am grateful for Farley’s new dance.

I am grateful for a close game of air hockey with Coop.

I am grateful for stories with those guys at bedtime.

I am grateful they are down now, and that the house is quiet. So quiet.


I am grateful for some time in the studio today. First in a while!

I am grateful for family fun night: Julie’s pick. We went to the museum, where there is an exhibit about families that features, I cuss you not, giant photos of my family by the very talented Hélene Cyr. It is a very cool exhibit, and I’m not just saying that because my nearest and dearest are in it, but at least partially, I am.

I am also grateful for an exhibit about Terry Fox. It was emotionally charged for me. I remember when it happened; how inspiring it was when I was a kid to see this young man do so much for his cause, how tragic it was when his cancer came back. It was a tough time for our whole country, and his legacy has inspired so many since then. The van he travelled with was there, as was clothing and shoes he wore, and his prosthetic leg. It was good to see amd ponder it all, and to  remember.