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Ooof… I'm going to feel it tomorrow.

When I got home, I saw that Frazer had texted me (I forgot my phone at home). He said he was planning on cutting out of work a little early, and would I like to go kayaking before raid tonight.

Thought that was an awesome idea, so didn't jump on the elliptical like I had been intending, but changed into track pants, ready to go. Frazer got home, changed out of his suit (for some reason he thought a wool suit a poor choice of kayaking gear) and we went out.

What a lovely evening for a paddle. It was about 18 degrees, and a thoroughly enjoyable time to go paddle about. We weren't going to be out long: we got in our kayaks at about 5:15 and we had raid at 6:30, so the plan was to be putting back to shore at 6:00. We weren't far off, either… we put back in at around 6:10. Would have been earlier, but after we'd been out for 15 minutes, and were thinking of turning back in a further 5, I suggested to Frazer that we swing around Lone Rock and then head back. That took us another 3 or 4 minutes further, which doesn't seem much until you're heading back and a pretty strong head-wind has kicked up.

It was a stiff paddle back, and a hard paddle, as we were racing wind, incoming tide, and time. Get back we did, though, and though Frazer was very tired at the end of it, as was I, it was an excellent outting and showed me that a quick evening paddle after work is very doable.

I am going to feel it tomorrow, though. Whoooeeee. I'm already starting to feel sore and stiff through my back.


Rhys was out at the Whitecaps game with Mum and Doug this evening. I'm sure he had a great time; he apparently got to go out on the field after the game and take a post-game kick. I look forwards to the inevitable photographs. :-) He'll be very colourful in the photo… he's wearing a rainbow tie-dyed t-shirt and royal blue track pants.


They were checking out who was returning as Scouting leaders in emails. I've offered to do the training and be available as backup leader if they're down too many people due to illness to have the correct number of scout-to-leader ratio, but have begged off active leader status. It was too much this year… I felt like it was a heavy obligation, and I began to dread it.

Look! Look! I divested myself of a responsibility! Um… kinda.


Today was the International Day of Pink, a celebration of diversity and a stand against homophobic bullying. Our school had an excellent assembly today, and, for the first time in the 3 years I've worked there, my class actually presented something. They did a series of vignettes showing bullying situations as a backdrop to two students who read Barry Wade's poem "Truth". They did a GREAT job… I was so proud of them. I got many compliments on how well-rehearsed they were. It's a good poem for the day, too… a reminder that words can hurt as much, and sometimes more-so, than physical violence.

Truth - Barry Wade

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can also hurt me.
Stones and sticks hurt only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.

Slant and curved, the word-swords fall
to pierce and stick in side me.
Bats and brick may ache through bones,
but words can mortify me.

Pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed,
it's words that I remember.


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September 2017


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