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By Lucy “The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.” – Antonio Gramsci As always, I felt the plane slow for descent before the pilot announced it. I glanced out the window and noticed the marina whisk by, before we were suddenly over a…
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By Lucy Home time. Or something like it. I woke before 6, went downstairs in the darkness. I had enough change for the vending machine, and bought a canned coffee and an “Instant Brekkie” that had more sugar than anything else and was basically a chocolate milkshake. Most of the rest of my change was…
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By Lucy I realized that I forgot to mention the Tuatara in Queen’s Park. 120 year old dinosaurs! I did not see them, but I did walk past their exhibit. The sun had not yet burned off the morning dew on the glass. I discovered in the morning a volcano had erupted nearby (nearby being…
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By Lucy My next post is going to be late! Sorry all. I caught a bug on the way to Vancouver and was sick for my three days there. Then when I got off the plane from Vancouver I discovered Porter had cancelled my onwards flight to Thunder Bay and abandoned me at Billy Bishop…
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By Lucy 5 o’clock comes early when you have anxiety, or something to anticipate. It was a warm morning, possibly the warmest I had experienced here. Warmer than during the day on Thursday. That’s not good… I ate breakfast, dressed, finished packing my last couple of things to do, and was ready before 6:00. No…
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By Lucy I woke up early on Wednesday. Since we had to get the whole house ready by 11, I was intending to start at 8. But I got an email back from the union hall, asking me to call them. You what? Why? I’d bet any amount of money that nothing he wants to…
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By Lucy One week ’til I leave, 2 ’til I’m on a plane. A realization settled over me on the weekend. One thing I’d struggled with, rightfully or wrongfully, was whether or not I would have preferred to be in Thunder Bay with the Vagabond, or be here in New Zealand by myself. I’ve skirted…
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By Lucy It’s becoming fall here. Different, but no mistaking it. The leaves are turning and falling, cluttering up the water dishes of the chickens. There’s a bite to the air. The cold, rainy weather we had this week feels like a normal fall week in Ontario. The days blur as I look forward to…
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By Lucy Less than a month ’til I go back to Canada, 2 weeks until I leave the estate for presumably the last time (It’s hard to say, it is possible Simo might not have sold the place before I get back). When I woke up Wednesday morning, I had been sent the revised schedule…
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By Lucy There’s a term we nerds use called “fridge logic”. It’s the sort of leap in logic you have late at night, when you’re tired enough to be loopy, staring into the fridge for a snack before bed. Late at night, Simonetta texted me; the guests coming on Thursday are from Canada. Alberta, specifically.…
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