A day of honouring my dead.
Nothing common about this duck.
Another May 19 wedding.
Thinking of Mom on Mother’s Day.
Logic doesn’t quite measure up.
Birthday wishes for my father and my Queen.
Playing games is harder than it looks.
A delayed midnight arrival at Edmonton International is enlivened by a closed car-rental counter; the next day is enlivened by meeting a granddaughter for the first time. Why are you here? It’s midnight local time, or oh-two-hundred body time, explaining and maybe even excusing my slightly dazed look. …