Heidi G karlsson

It is like a snow globe, but just with leaves.There are incredible little leaves falling, floating and swirlng down everywhere and when the morning sun hits them, for a moment it is magic and i think time stops - because I do- and we all watch. It snowed last night a little bit, but not really enough to be proud of. My parents left this morning, but before they did, she made this that you see here. Impressive aint she. The first snow man of the season. Today I am moving out of the Anderson's place and into the doll house. That's not what they call it, but I deem it appropriate because if I said the girls' names you would have no clue. Plus, I'd have to get written consent from all the girls and I'm not interested in doing that. Then they'd know I had a blog and they'd want to read it and I couldn't give my honest first impressions. Just kidding. There will be no honesty on the internet. Well my parents came down for the weekend. Quite enjoyable I say. ...

This one's for all the people who like pictures more than words. it feels like i fell off the edge of the earth. Or something like that. It's saturday and the fam is all working and playing and doing their thing and I am . . . wondering what to do. I guess it is good to rest, but it's hard to stop the body when the mind is going 110% Everyone's great. I'm staying in James' slash Julie's sewing room. Lisa is all so organized and dinners happen every day at pre-scheduled times. I haven't don't much work/book stuff this week. Sort of trying to find my feet. So here's some photo's to help you see where I am. I'm going to walk downtown today with the camera so I can show you my surroundings. Tonight I'm going to "Singing in the Rain" at a local theatre or something.. I'm not sure. Last night a guy came through -he'd just come from Langley Ethical Addictions - he was doing a "show".. you know, the gig trip. Any...

I’m on the train between Seattle and Spokane. I’ve just finished writing a paper for this distance ed class I’m taking. Not an earth shattering paper, but a solid one. I say I get 80% on it. I just want to be done. What a funny thing to do – stop life suddenly. Quit the job and the people and just go into something so unknown, so unguaranteed. That’s not intimidating to me – I don’t think. I don’t know. Anyway, the train rolls over the tracks, slightly swaying. The sun is setting over my right shoulder. I should be looking outside, but I’m typing. It’s a lot of small town, hills and farms. All the stuff that makes my heart wish to have hatchet and head to the woods to chop me down some trees with some strong yet sensitive and smart lumberjack and we can raise our little crew out in God’s country and plant our crops on God’s soil, and feed our animals off God’s provisions. But just now we are going through a town and there is blockbuster and cosco. Nothing poetic about that. I am so ...

i said goodbye on a cold dark night . . . or was it a hot sunny day in central somewhere city and a little tear made it's way down the inside of my shades as I drove the little mazda eastward on the trans Canada. I had just said good bye to French Canadien Senum, Musical Mike, the Retiring Referee, Happy Happy Joy Joy, Midget Madeley and the whole crew. So sad so sad. And all there is now to do . . . hold sweet memories of wanting to kick the rebellion out of the photocopier (you know which one I'm talking about) and all the other things about my former place of employment that I hold so dear. Oh work, how i did love thee. Let me recount the ways . . . oh there are so many things to recall. Coffee club and our special little way to coax the milk into a froth and that our friend the the little coffee frother or whatever it is lives in the dishwasher on our floor that no one EVER uses. I would like to draw your attention to the fact that I had the key to the great inner sanctum ...