Monthly Archive for September, 2003

It feels more like 3 weeks.

I’m in the no-hitch-hiking capital of BC. It’s freeways into, freeways out of, and nothing that can travel less than 60 KPH allowed. I remembered this when I saw the “All vehicles unable to travel 60 KPH must exit.” and “No Pedestrians” signs.
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Words to communicate with.

Denny’s Restaurant, Revelstoke. A bit back we went through Salmon Arm, perhaps, and I recognized an intersection where Nick and I had stopped at and eaten at Subway.
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On the Road Again.

Ma’s Grill, someplace in the Okanagan - I think it’s Kelowna - we’re a few hours outside of Penticton, I’m on the bus, but not right now.
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Quotes and Comments

“You determine your level of involvement…” - Fight Club
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Synopsis

Trip synopsis of Garibaldi Park.
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Good to go!

Early to bed with plans of early to rise. Brad and Rob returned from the apple picking Okanagan for a few days of rest, kept me up late last night. Now we’ve made plans for some serious hiking in Garibaldi park. On glaciers and the likes.
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Waiting Room

A few minutes before my second chiropractic appointment. Each of the last two mornings I’ve woken up feeling much better than I had going to bed, and that wellness has persisted through the day - thanks to the healing triggered by my last visit.
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Getting to know you.

If only I could consistently remember the joy of waking up with mobility! This simple miracle has almost rejoined the host of the mundane - my recent mornings of searing pain passing out of memory more quickly than the seconds of a day.
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A bit of relief

Woke up today with the colour of Advil on my tongue. Again. Something was different. I couldn’t put my finger on it immediately.
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The Night ends

All clear for me now. Except for Che’s arrival downstairs - “I can’t sleep in my room - George needs his space”. George may have company of the not Che kind.
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