…don’t tell. Don’t tell anyone that you love them.
The last day in Cuba was probably the most perfect in terms of weather.
Our favorite walk was definitely the one that took us over rocky terrain and along the cliffs.
A beautiful warm and sun filled morning on the beach followed by some adventuring.
Many of you don’t know that I was born and partly raised in Poland. I literally came to Canada on a boat. Yup. That’s right. I learned to speak English and adjusted to life in Canada. It’s just me, my Mom, and my sister here.
Right now I truly consider myself Canadian. As much as I love Poland, and of course all the family still there, if I had to choose an identification it would very much be Canadian. But that doesn’t mean I’m not Polish. I read books, and consume media, and there are habits and traditions very much alive amid all that Canadian-ness.
And I also can’t resist throwing a little Polish traditional garb into my style occasionally, like this scarf.
That moment. That moment when you are pushed too far.
You know that moment? You can feel it coming. There’s a build up. There’s a wave and a rising. It’s palpable and tangible. At least for me.
It takes a lot to get me really angry. Though I have a fiery temper, and a fierce capacity for anger, it takes a lot to push me to the edge.
What I’m talking about is real anger. Not what you might think of as anger if you were in the passenger seat with me. I yell and curse like a sailor at stupid drivers, but my driving itself doesn’t get angry – nor do I, despite what it sounds like – that’s just my dramatic nature and Polish heritage.
But real anger. Over injustice and pain caused to friends, for example. That. That gets me angry. And well, as my Mom has said to me several times, she much preferred my sister’s teenage years. Because my dear sister would explode and rage but get over it quickly. With me, it was slow but when it happened, it was seething and could last eons.
All of this is to say, “The way I look is so fragile, yet here in my hand is an assurance of eternity.” *Rumi*
Or as my shirt says, “She’s whiskey in a tea cup.”
Many people, most really, when they first meet me are surprised to learn about the raging nerd I am.
Sci-fi anything and I love it *B5, BSG, Doctor Who, Firefly, Star Trek, Star Wars, etc. etc.*
Post-apocalyptic, and you’ve got me transfixed.
RPG table top games, and I’m running two Firefly seasons.
Board games, and I’m parked at a table.
There is little end to my geekdom.
Then someone looks at me and says, “Wow Jo, you’re such a nerd.”
And I think, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I believe in heroes. I believe in strength and the will to succeed against dire odds. I believe we can all be more than we are. I believe that humanity has a hope and will get better. I believe that even in the worst situations our better parts will survive. I believe that there is magic in the universe. I believe that we will travel the stars. I believe. I hope. That’s sci-fi and that’s fantasy.
So ya, I’m a nerd.
Tank – Love Nail Tree // Skirt – Arnhem // Necklace & Hat – F21 // Sunnies – Lace Affair // Sandals – FreePeople
Walking around Espanola Way and the rest of South Beach in my graphic tank from Love Nail Tree was somewhat satisfying to me. This particular one is about the perversion, and decline, of the Amderican Dream; so, I found it humorous to be a Canadian walking around with this on.
But of course, no one noticed, they were too bust looking at the fabulous skirt from Arnhem. Loved thie fabulous way it just swished with me.
Three hours of driving to a cottage go very quickly when you have someone as conversational and entertaining as my friend Reggy beside me. It felt like a quick breeze. What we arrived to, however, was far less entertaining.
Rain.
That first day it decided to rain pretty much the whole time. It’s fine because us ladies had a ball chatting it up nonetheless. We can always entertain ourselves. But it did make for quick and slightly haphazard shots.
My choice was grainy shots because of darkness and much less rain because of the tree canopy, or risk my camera and go out into the full fall. I chose grainy. I hope y’all understand that the camera comes first.
Usually I start to seriously think about my garden around this time of year, but with temperatures hanging just barely above the freezing mark it’s the furthest thing from my mind. I have my seeds ready and my girl and I stand with baited breath for those warmer days to start so we can grow our own delicious food.
In the mean time, we’ve signed up for a delivery service offered here. It’s a service that delivers a huge box of fresh organic produce to our doorstep. Not only is it super convenient to have it all just appear, but it challenges us by giving us things we wouldn’t always buy. It’s just freed us up quite a bit and I love it. Plus, since it’s all organic we end up getting more creative so that we can use up every single last little bit.
I know. I’m geeking about organic produce and home gardens.