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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Progress Delayed by Fog
Day 4 and it's time for a progress report regarding my 'resolutions' for this year (see previous blog post).
Basketball was cancelled due to the stat holiday however I did manage to walk the dog for about 20 minutes (paramedics were on standby with oxygen for me).
Have not given up junk food on account of there being so many Christmas goodies in arms reach, winking at me. Perhaps I will have better luck with this next week. On a side note: I have gone four days without finding any remnants of food (or as I prefer to say...'midnight snacks') hiding in the forest that is my beard.
No writing progress to date this year. Neither short stories nor long term project have made their way from my head to paper. Better luck next week.
My fez is still dirty (I hope that didn't sound too weird).
I attribute this to the mental and actual fog that has been hanging about the past couple of days, making my first two days back at work a bit hazy. For example, the photo directly below was from the camera on top of The Rooms, the provincial museum overlooking the harbour, on Monday afternoon. I have seen better views. Good thing there's not many tourists about this time of year.
The next photo (below) was taken this morning from the same camera. Marginally better--you can actually make out buildings in that one. I really shouldn't be whining about the weather. We could be having the snow Britain is getting this winter. The fog and rain is much easier to deal with. In fact, we only have four more months of winter to go. As I've found in previous years here on The Rock, winter may be delayed for a while but they will eventually hit. Sometimes with a vengeance.
I'll finish here as I've got to get to bed. I'm getting up at about 3:30am to drive my sister to the airport for her 5:00am flight back to Edmonton. Yes, it's an un-godly hour but the Scottish in me won't allow her to pay $20 for the cab ride to the airport. Then again, maybe the fog will make play the wild card in this scenario and we can all sleep in. Here's to hoping that the fog lifts soon!
Alan was born in Greenock, Scotland and came to Canada with his parents in '65. He grew up in Victoria, B.C. but spent most of his adult years in London, Ontario.
Alan studied sciences at the University of Victoria (Geology) but eventually came to the conclusion that there was far too much science involved. He finished up with a civil engineering technician diploma (a fancy term for draftsman) from Fanshawe College in London.
Alan moved with his wife and son to St. John's, Newfoundland & Labrador in 2006 for a change of scenery.
He has taken a number of creative writing classes over the years and returned to writing in 2007. He is a member of the Writer's Alliance of Newfoundland & Labrador and his online fiction has appeared in MicroHorror, Static Movement, FlashShot and 52 Stitches.