Running in Paris (and some What I Wore, NOT for running!)

We're heading off to Bordeaux this (Friday)morning, where we will be meeting Lesley from the charming, lively, thoughtful (if sporadic) Peregrinations (the title and subtitle alone indicate the quality of word-smithing that goes on here). Meanwhile, I'll schedule this post for Saturday morning-ish, depending where you live. I'm working on my next post already --- more stealth photos and a

Vancouver snow and Running over 50

Magnolia buds against a background of snowThese poor croci seem both bedraggled and affronted . . . And here's an example of why Vancouver's pretense at being a palm-growing locale is somewhat ridiculous. Somewhat? I'm trying out Blogger's new-and-improved editor, which is supposed to be easier for uploading photos -- not sure I'm a convert yet, but it's probably my failing rather than

Busy, busy, busy . . . Sandwiched between the Generations

This has been such a busy week. I felt better enough on Wednesday that I went for a run along the Seawall, sticking to forty-five minutes, but feeling good enough that I could have done more. But that was followed by a trip to the Museum of Anthropology at UBC, always a treat for its architecture and stunning display of First Nations artifacts, to see the exhibit Signed Without Signature, the

Power Outage on the Island . . .

Our power winked out several times this morning, waiting for several minutes before it announced its return in a flurry of appliance squawks, beeps, and blinking lights. I'm half-poised now for it to switch off again, taking my internet connection away along with the promise of hot liquids. Pater is getting the fire going in our wood stove, so should a longer outage ensue we'll have heat and will

Not for Want of a Nail -- One More Running Post

Note that dirty line running from the sole of my runner along the side of my shoe across that central stretch of mesh -- and the puncture mark on the sole below it -- where the nail was removed.So, turns out when you run 21.1 kilometres at a not-too-bad pace while you still have a slightly chesty cough, that cough will get worse and you might feel as if you have a very bad cold. Of course, "you"