Archive for November, 2012


I had to escape. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve left my fellow Canadians behind to fend for themselves. The bleak misery of a Vancouver winter is more than I can bear…mea culpa….I’m weak…..I need sunshine to live. This peripatetic lifestyle is an addiction. I admit that I am as comfortable living in a hotel  as most people are curled up in their beds.

Frankly nothing changes for me while in one place or another……satellite television and the internet are  the worlds great equalizers. As an English speaker I feel as if we rule the world. There’s no place we can go to feel completely out of touch. If you don’t travel extensively then please trust me…there is no place in the world that doesn’t pipe CNN and MSNBC into your set top. The growth of globalization has had unintended consequences for travelers in the number and choice of hotel and residential stay styles we have to choose from. I prefer the “long stay suite with a kitchen’ variation because we like to cook our own food from time to time and keep things in the fridge away from the potential of contamination.

Wireless and broadband are almost ubiquitous now. The technology has certainly changed my world. I’m old enough to remember sending telegrams, telex’s , postcards ( don’t you miss the personal touch?) and snail mail..then waiting in line for the one overseas telephone at the local post office at Christmas with the other foreigners lucky enough to be away from it all and not having made a phone call in months.

No more, not only can we work remote from anywhere on the planet…and get paid deposits to banking and investing online, worldwide….we access our favorite daily newspapers in real time as if we’d never left home. Hell, I can even vote remote. Anyway…I’ve tumbled down to Texas….and the living is easy.

Vancouver is experiencing a black out…not of the electrical kind. This is not something a crew of linemen can fix. For those of you who have lived under the evil blanket of a Canadian winter on the west coast, you’ll know the dreary soaking sunless overcast of which I write. People have come to resemble zombies…scurrying shadows, hunched over, desperate to be anywhere else than here. There’s nothing pleasant to be found  on days like this. Inspiration must come from afar. Dreams are all of warm places and bright sunshine. Otherwise it’s pure drudgery. As you can tell , I don’t write for the government funded tourism industry. I’m an honest broker of information warning anyone who reads this to stay away. The zombies are everywhere.  Months of darkness will eat your brain.


There is an old saying that goes…’Life is what happens when you’re planning something else’. In my case that is multiplied by by factors of ten. I have lived a most irregular life. Many people describe my lifestyle as ‘abnormal’…I can live with that…. this is an accurate synopsis. Living ‘by the seat of your pants’ as most free spirits do is to live in a highly fluid environment. Much of the time things like appointments and planning go out the window. I have in the past described myself as ‘a homeless breath of air’. As much as I have reveled in my comical foibles while others labor with regularity, I have to admit that I can become somewhat of a curmudgeon when ‘things’ that I had wanted to come about are not happening in quite the order that I might have wanted.

This year I am delayed with my usual schedule of ‘snow-birding away to tropical climates ahead of the onslaught of Canadian winter. For reasons beyond my control I am ‘delayed’ from enacting my favorite activity….leaving bad weather behind me. There are of course pleasant interludes when the approaching winter brings seriously gorgeous sights and sounds to bear on an otherwise jaded consciousness…aka….my own. The great migrations of birds is a natural phenomena that even I can’t dispute as a wonder. Over my house I hear the whooping of Canada Geese flying in enormous V-shaped phalanx formations. Sleek and pretty snow geese have taken over the green fields adjacent to school yards…this is pretty cool too. If I die I’d like to come back as one of these incredible creatures.

The weather is getting consistently crappy, but maybe this is a lesson for me not to bitch so much nor pontificate from my lofty perch. I have to learn to appreciate ‘everything’…instead of just the things I like. So maybe this year I will allow my unavoidable delay to teach me a life lesson. I am …for once.. really enjoying the edit process of my newest novel. Someone has suggested that I do an online ‘launch party’…and I may do that…after having to find out that such a thing existed. North South East West…enjoy your life..and what you do…after all …shit happens.