No poker.

Some music. Some musings. A lot of babbling. Same old, same old.

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The post title comes from my new favourite band, the Kills. Can't tell you why exactly I like them so much, I just do.



I've been all over the place in my listening lately; putting the 4,000+ songs living on my iPod on shuffle mode seems to fit my current scattered moods. Massive Attack to GBH, Nick Cave to M. The sublime to the ridiculous, lather, repeat, rinse.

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To prove that spring is here in my neck of the woods, here are pictures of fern, fleur and red trillium taken on our walk Sunday:




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Question: how do you tell a man that is sweet enough to bring you flowers that you really don't like yellow? And never have?

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I saw some early lilacs blossoming and it got me to thinking of my mother, who loved them beyond all other flower.

It suddenly hit me that today is the 17th anniversary of her death. I thought about how I've changed in those 17 years, and it made me wonder if she'd be proud of the person I'd become. My mother played her cards pretty close to her chest, to use a poker analogy, and one was never too sure what she really thought about a topic or person. So while I think she would like the me I've become, there's no real certainty behind it.

She had something that she would say after every visit from the bitch-aunt-who-is-dead-to-me:

You can choose your friends, but you're stuck with your family.

I've learned that that is not necessarily true; you can disengage yourself from family members who's sole purpose in life seems to be to bring you down. You can re-invent the word family and fill your life with people who are meaningful, who will both challenge and support you.

You know who you are.

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Thank you to my 14 neighbours who are too lazy and/or stupid to bother setting up a secure wireless connection, thereby allowing me to surf, play online poker and wax philosophical while sitting out on the patio listening to robins and blue jays in the valley below.