The ice is piling up on the Lake Nipissing shoreline near North Bay. But I didn't make it to the beach for a shutterbug stroll today, as hoped. Life got in the way, so this pic taken about a decade ago will do for now.
My journal entry for April 29, 2019 would make for an interesting signpost of my life. I don't keep a diary, but it's probably something that's smart to start.
Talking to a Marthon, Ontario man after making a desperate trip to Nicaragua this weekend. Connected via Facebook call. He flew down to help rescue his wife who was shot while at their coffee plantation. A foiled assassination attempt to steal the land, an inheritance from her father. A country roiling with troubles, in more ways than I can ever describe. A lot to think about after that interview.
A fellow communication professional and I chatted about the vagaries of being an independent contractor and pros-cons of being a sole proprietor entrepreneur.
Fixing and breaking things while taking parts off one 13-year-old vehicle and putting them on another.
At my third store trying to get parts for a 13-year-old car. Ran into a friend whose husband just found out his bladder cancer moved into his rib bones. She's a breast cancer survivor. Stop caring about parts for a car.
Just wrapping up a biography interview, the third session of recording on video with a client. Feeling like it's a good thing to do.
Sitting on the throne but not wanting to stand up and finish because my 20-year-old son is on a teleconference interview for a job at his university. I was eavesdropping so figured they could hear me flush.
Up for pee and putting a log on the fire before jumping back under the covers. Feels cold and damp again. Been such a long winter.