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By Lucy The hike got off to a slow start. To begin with, we couldn’t leave until 10, when Hanuman’s shift at the hostel was over. I slept in! Presumably catching up on the sleep I had lost over the weekend, and the punishment I was putting my poor body through. We were finally on…
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By Lucy Time to start this Keto nonsense. I sound so enthusiastic, don’t I? Dieting is interesting to me. I always tell people it’s pure luck I didn’t end up with an eating disorder. My mother had an unhealthy relationship with food; she dieted off and on, although to be clear, she was some definition…
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By Lucy [I forgot three things from my last post. The first is that Westjet had a surprise strike the day I had been thinking of flying back, cancelling almost all their flights overnight, so it’s a good thing I drove back. The second is that the LCBO started a strike on the fifth (The…
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By Lucy My alarm woke me up at 6. I dragged myself to the free breakfast downstairs and put something together. As I finished up, someone came down and grabbed the last luggage trolley. Bollocks. The clerk at the front desk offered to have housekeeping check for the other trolleys. I mean… it’s 6 AM!…
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By Lucy I woke up to a midnight text from Duff, asking me if I was awake. No, and quite frankly you shouldn’t be, either. I suspected – correctly – that he was asking because he had driven through the night and was back in town. Yup, he was back at work when I got…
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By Lucy My mother had a friend named Angie. I think that’s safe to say. Angie was a troubled soul. She always had a new boyfriend; I remember clearly one me and my brother nicknamed “Mr. Donald Duck” because he could perfectly imitate Donald Duck’s voice. He was friendly and gregarious. We never saw him…
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By Lucy The prairie isn’t what I thought it would be. I pictured lush grasslands or fields of wheat, waving gently in the breeze. The sun would be relentless in the day, yes, but it would be a nice even heat, and the morning and evening would be pleasantly cool. The fields of wheat were…
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By Lucy Tuesday was not as slow of a day as I wanted it to be. I had to start putting my life back in order; go grocery shopping, tidy my room, do laundry. Yes, I could have done my laundry at the Vagabond’s house, but I decided I shouldn’t make that a habit. As…
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By Lucy They let us go early on Thursday, so I stopped at Superstore on the way home. I had this plan for dinner; The Vagabond likes salads, so I wanted to pick up the ingredients to make a Cobb salad, using the cheap rotisserie chicken as a short cut. I didn’t have a shopping…
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By Lucy You’d best bet my car peeled out of the parking lot at the end of the day Friday like a bat outta hell. I told him I had to do laundry and he told me to bring my laundry over, so I just showered, threw what I thought I’d need for the night…
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