I am grateful fo Khalsa Day and Vaisakhi. This is a holiday celebrated by Sikhs, and back in the day, when we lived at 60th and Main in Vancouver, it was a big deal in my life. Today marks the first Vaisakhi parade in Victoria in over a century. It was fun – lots of demonstrations, sights and sounds, and tons of really, really good free food. I had the best samosas I’ve ever tasted today. I also am grateful to the gentleman at the temple who asked me if I had any questions. I learned a thing or two that I didn’t know before about the SIkh religion, and it was good to do so with Coop there, listening intently.

I am grateful for a quick round of croquet with my family, including Farley in his pyjamas, right before bedtime.

I am grateful for tomatoes and mayonaisse on toast with black pepper. The sum of those things is so much more than in parts.

I am grateful for an hour of telly before bed with Julie.


Photo Credit: Saanich News

I am grateful for time in the studio this morning.

I am grateful for a productive afternoon in the garagenous zone.

I am grateful for nice weather; good enough to have supper outside.

I am grateful, honoured and humbled for the opportunity to attend an event where my artwork was presented to the mayor of Hatsukaichi City in Japan from the Mayor of Saanich on the occasion of an official visit that begins a sister city relationship between their municipalities.


I am grateful for time spent in the studio today. I was in there for a good long while, and I’ve now finished this painting I’ve titled Salish Sea at Sunset, acrylic on canvas, 60″ x 30″.

I am grateful for words my lads spoke to each other from their bunks tonight when I was putting them down for bed.

Me: Goodnight Cooper, I love you. Good night Farley, I love you.

Cooper: Goodnight Dada, I love you. Goodnight Farley, I love you.


Farley: Cooper, you love me?

Cooper: Well not like [smoochy sound effects] but like, you know, brotherly love.

Farley: I love you too, Cooper.


Farley: Sometimes we don’t love each other on the outside, but we always love each other on the inside.

Made my heart go pitter pat.



I am grateful for time at the studio today.

I am grateful for time digging in the garden today.

I am grateful for time puttering in the backyard while Farley jumped in the trampoline with the sprinlkler going underneath, and I am grateful for a day warm enough to do that.

I am grateful for time spent reading with Cooper this evening.

I am grateful for time spent with Farley getting him down to sleep tonight.


I am grateful for time spent in the studio this morning.

I am grateful for time spent with neighbourhood folk at Coop and Farley’s school playground this afternoon.

I am grateful for salad rolls we made for dinner tonight. Every family member participated in making them.


I am grateful for an easy Sunday morning.

I am grateful for time spent with some folks I know at a birthday party for a pal of Farley’s today.

I am grateful for dinner at the Spaghetti Factory with my kids and my parents this evening.

I am grateful for a set of water mixable oil paints I received from my lovely spouse for Christmas. I gave those a try until too late this evening, it was fun.


I am grateful for a fairly quick recovery after some disappointment in hearing the news that one could not expect to get one’s own giant bag of cheezies when accompanying me for a grocery shop, even though sharing such a bag would be fine. The disappointment led to a change in plan from swimming this evening; instead we hastily made arrangements to visit grandma and grandad at their hotel for hot chocolate. By the time we arrived it was apparent that there were really enough cheezies for everyone, and even grandma and especially grandad could enjoy a generous share without any tears. All of that. It turns out I am grateful for it all.


Today, on my gratitude blog, how can I not post about the total stranger in front of me at the coffee lineup who turned to me and said, “Are you in line to pay for that coffee? Don’t worry about it, I’ve got your coffee.”

I was a bit confused, but she just said, not to worry about it, she’d buy my coffee. I told her that was really generous, and thanked her, and then, she paid for my coffee.

It was a small gesture, but it really meant something to me, and I feel it made a difference in my world.