Dec. 30th, 2016 05:44 pm
anigo: (Kayak)
There's a friendzy going on and I've picked up a few new friends. And I'm EXCITED!

Don't get me wrong, for those of you who still read me occasionally, I still love you, but I'm excited to get some energy going on back here again. **Glares menacingly at Dreamwidth and random Russians**

Today has been a good day.

A few groceries to prepare for the New Year's feast with the Family (we shall see if anybody survives. I'll keep you posted.)

Now jamming to some 90's tunes (What? No Spice Girls here, really! Now tell me what you want, what you really really want.) and experimenting with liquor. (I am old. I am in a place where I can fully stock my bar. I am enjoying playing with a bartender ap. I am currently drinking a Cardinal. Don't ask. I can't remember.)

I have a very long post about how I've realized how ok my life is right now, but due to new friends, I think I need to post at least 3 pieces of fluff (and have a number of random cocktails) before we get there. To be clear, however, I realized this as I was walking the hounds, before the liquor parade.

Oh hey, for new friends, random hounds and Kid picture. For old friends, hey, here's a picture of the hounds and the Kid.

In the meantime, welcome friends. Introduce yourself and if there are any of the old friends around I shall make further introductions.
anigo: (snow)
Happiness is when you come in to work an hour early, despite the fact it's freezing and they're calling for a snow storm and traffic is a bitch, because you have a teleconference with your boss - and your boss is a no show.

Actually, no, that's not happiness, that's annoying.

On the upside, my boss RARELY does this (where with my last boss it was more the rule rather than the exception) and I actually LIKE this boss, so I'm not exactly that annoyed.

In other news...

I got my nose pierced.

It was either a fun, kicky thing to do, or another step in my continuing mid-life crisis story.

Doesn't matter, it's fun regardless. And if I hate it, I can take it out. Simple as that.

The stud is ugly and bigger than I'll have in the future, but that's the piercing stud, so ya gets what ya gets, amiright?

That's all I got for now. Whaddaya looking at? You wanted more? Jeesh! You're give an inch, take a mile kind of people aren't you.

Ok, I'll be back sooner next time with another update.
anigo: (Kayak)
My ginalgia is acting up today. (I've decided that's what I'll call it since nobody else seems to know what it is.)

Today's symptoms include incredible fatigue, a significant desire to do nothing but sit and stare off into the distance, an overwhelming desire to cry* and weakness and pain in my knees and elbows.

Luckily for me, bouts of Ginalgia can clear up fairly quickly. Sometimes by the end of the day, but typically no more than a few days.

It will get better.

*I also realized this morning I'd lost an earring that my husband gave me for our anniversary in September. Yes, this is reason to cry, but sometimes when you have ginalgia, things like this make you feel much more sad than you should.

**Edit. Found the earring. The day's looking up already.
anigo: (snow)
To the best of anyone's knowledge, has there ever been a book written (fiction or otherwise, that's for another debate) of how the Christmas miracle may have played out assuming Mary had sex with somebody other than Joseph (or even with Joseph for that matter) and claimed to be blessed by carrying the son of god to save face?

Not disputing the whole virgin birth here, just curious if anybody'd ever heard of anything like that written.

I think it would make for an interesting tale. Sort of a prequel to the Life of Brian.
anigo: (i'm_ok)
I have a love/hate relationship with time of year. I do NOT do well with the reduced sunlight and the lack of physical activity I get as a result of the shortened days - damn earth's axis, who does it think it is? On the other hand, I like Christmas, despite the unbelievable stress it brings me, and I LOVE the cocooning feeling the shit weather brings when you're stuck in a warm house in your jammies and the rest of the world looks like slushy/white crap.

I've had a hard time getting out of my own way lately, and I hate that. But I guess this too shall pass.

The structural announcements happened at work for my department Monday and yesterday and aside from the boss who thinks she's my boss (but isn't) who got moved to a whole new department, everybody's taking it fairly well. The official start date for the new structure is Jan 1, so we have a month (less holidays, of course) to figure out what the details look like between now and then, but it looks like it's going to be ok.

My last Adult Development class is tonight. Three down, 7 to go and I'll have a MEd. Another class in the winter term, and I'll try to swing a quick summer one and I'll be half done by the fall. Not bad. And then I think I'm done with the formal education for a bit. I think I'll look at spending that time volunteering or something. Mind you, that's a ways off at the moment.

Ok, I have to go pretend to do some work.

Have an awesome Wednesday.
anigo: (i'm_ok)
Work has been a bit crazy lately, what with disengagement and projects with unreasonable deadlines. Whatever. All that does is bring out the anxious social hermit in me.

Friday night Dickie and I were invited to a potluck with a group of friends that are a lot of fun. Nice, decent, good, fun people.

Dickie was supposed to go hunting on Saturday (they don't actually bring guns, it's an excuse to go out to the hunting camp and drink and tell stupid stories and burn things and do whatever else grown men do when they do those things) but his friends decided they were going to get off work early on Friday and go Friday instead. Since Dickie owns the camp, he decided to skip the potluck and go "hunting" instead. This meant I got to go to the potluck alone. Cue Gina's social anxiety....

I decided to be a big girl, since I'd already made something, suck it up and go. This group is a bunch of Cape Bretoners, (which if you're from anywhere but Canada doesn't mean much, but if you're from around these parts, you'll understand what kind of potluck it has the potential of being.) I brought enough for two drinks and planned on drinking my two drinks, eating my doritos casserole (SCORE [ profile] uawildcatgrl!) and bailing.

I went. Sat in a corner and tried to be social. (Remember, stress brings out anxiety and the hermit cloak in me.) I ate various potlucky foods. I drank my two drinks. And then somebody offered me another. And another. And these silly Cape Bretoners (and their dark rum and stupid drinking games) made anxious Gina go away.

However, I felt like such crap the next morning. I took two gravol and went back to bed and didn't get up until WELLLL after lunch. I got up, did about 5 hours worth of work that I needed to get done for the project with the timeline from hell, and then went back to bed again at about 9:30. I woke up this morning at about 7:00 fully, and I do mean fully rested, only to remember that the clocks went back an hour and it was really only 6:00 so despite being in bed for most of the weekend, I was able to stay in for another hour without guilt. (Though really, at this point, guilt-shmilt, amIright?)

So in summary: Friends got me out of my hermit shell and I got to sleep without guilt for something like a million hours this weekend AND it's only 7:45 on Sunday and I still have a whole day left of the weekend.

Not bad, not bad...
anigo: (saggitarius)
I don't believe that horoscopes truly tell your future through the stars, but I do think that, if they're written right, they're a valuable tool to help your mind glom on to something it already knows but hasn't actually figured out yet. One of the better writers I've found in the past is Jonathan Cainer (and son.)

I'd gotten out of reading him for a while but I'm back,and this is today's:

You don't make mistakes. Or rather, you do, but the ones you make are not really mistakes! You make mistakes that you need to make; ones you might learn from, or mistakes that get you into situations you could never have arrived at if you'd been too sensible. The purpose of life is not to be 'sensible'; it's to be happy. And happiness is often a by-product of silliness! As Venus in your sign links with Neptune today, only if you see yourself as needing to compensate for past mistakes will you be in any danger of making one now.

Lately I've been thinking about my silliness quite a bit. For the past, meh, probably 5 or 6 years, maybe even longer than that, I've been trying to put a bit of a cork in my silly. Trying to be more professional. Trying to strive to be more leader like - mostly because that's what other people (mostly people at work) say I should do. On one hand I get it. To be a good, strong, leader one needs to be leader like. Duh. But I've come to a realization that one of the big parts of being a leader is being authentic, and for me to be stiff shirted and buttoned down, I'm not authentic. And I don't want to be a leader if that's what's expected. I won't be a good leader if I'm being somebody other than me.

Cainer says I'm spot on.

Thanks Jon.
anigo: (Kayak)

It's going to be ok.

I promise.
anigo: (Manatee)
This week I started swimming again. A hundred years ago I joined a Masters swim team and swam fairly regularly. It wasn't unusual to do 6 or 7 k of swimming a couple of times a week. I kind of fell out of it and never got back.

As you may have heard me whine lately, I've been having a lot of problems with my joints. The doctor said that, effective immediately, running was out for good. It wasn't helping my situation at all. This did not hurt my feelings one little bit, since I have never actually enjoyed running, and I find it hard to do so I don't exactly do it religiously, but it's an exercise that you can do anywhere and it doesn't cost much to do it, you don't need much equipment and when I'm on a running program I find I tend to eat better. So what does a person do if they can't run? SWIM! Good for the joints, great cardio. Go swimming.

Tuesday was my first time back in the pool and I only got in about 2k. The children people who had been there a while got in probably 4 or 5 k. That's ok. I'll get back up there. It felt good. Tough but good. I'll go again tonight and see what happens.

In other news...

I had a message from a guy, Terry, who sails out of the club I used to sail out of with Thom. He wanted to know if I was free for a race on Saturday. This guy is a local hero. For as long as I've known him (about 15 years?) he's always been on the podium in the local regattas - usually first. If he comes in second he's annoyed. We chum around at the club a lot. I've sailed with him a couple of times before, but only once in a real racing capacity. (I just looked, I'm surprised I didn't post about it last year.) I raced with him once last year and he had me on the foredeck helping out another guy. We screwed up a couple of things. (I say we because that's the team thing to do. In truth, the foredeck guy was shit. But whadda ya do?) When I got home there was this message from Terry: "You were on a winning boat today....Thanks again... next time i wont saddle you with Ben...or you will take the lead... thanks again.. awesome day..." I commented about the screw ups and he said: "great recoveries though... I saw who did that:"

Getting a compliment from this guy is like... wow.

And now he wants me to go racing with him on Saturday. I feel like I've been called up to the "bigs" and now that he knows I have a clue what I'm doing I'm not going to be cut any slack. Yikes.

In truth I'm taking this all wayyyyy to seriously. It's the Rum Race (First place gets a trophy, second place gets a bucket of rum) and it's also my anniversary, so it's not like it's going to be like old times, but I'm still looking forward to it. Sort of.

And how's your day going?
anigo: (Kayak)
I'm on Facebook quite a bit. I can't help it. It's what I do.

Ya see, I get it. It's your Facebook. Or yours, or yours... Or mine. And we have the right to post about anything we want to post about. It's yours, post it. (Likewise here. Post away, this is your space!)

I have a couple of friends who are athletic crazy. This morning alone I have half a dozen posts about how they're doing this race or that marathon or this spin class.

Yanno what would be awesome!?!? If the internet (particularly Facebook) had a filter to filter out thngs you get tired of seeing. If you're tired of seeing pictures of kitties, have a drop down in a kitty post that says "see less about kittens"

I post this here, because I actually enjoy the friends I have on Facebook and I respect their right to do exercise and post about it. I'm just tired of reading about it.


I actually unfollowed somebody a while ago because that's all they posted about.

About 30 seconds ago I was looking through Instagram and BAM! There she is posting about her run and recovery food! When did she invade Instagram! Is there nowhere safe?
anigo: (Kayak)
Just got back from taking my kid grocery shopping to fill up her fridge. She moved into her new "home" yesterday. New university, new place to live, new room mates. This year she's renting a big ol house with 4 of her friends. She went up yesterday to break the place in and I went up today to buy her her first and last full fridge of groceries care of dear ol me.

I'm super excited for her. Her first real place. And it's only about 45 minutes away, so that's good.

On the other hand.


It seems like just yesterday we were having her 2nd birthday.

Wow, time flies.

Still. Despite the fact I wanna sob like a baby, the truth is, she'll be 20 in a few short months, she worked her ass off over the summer so she could live in her own place during the school year, and we have given her the tools to be a successful young lady.

Well done her.

And pass the wine.
anigo: (Kayak)
So I went to the doctor for my cortisone injection (Wow, 5 tries at spelling that and had to break down and use the spell checker) and all I can say is Holy Cow.

The injection hurt a bit. But within seconds my knees felt nothing short of miraculous. I gotta be honest, I cried a bit. Mostly because I didn't realize how bad my knees actually hurt until they stopped hurting.

Now there was some good news/bad news to this story. (Then there's some good news again, so hang in there.)

The good news was they stopped hurting. The bad news was that the injections are mixed with lidocane so most of the "ceases to hurt" part was due to the freezing action inside. Within an hour the freezing had worn off and DAMN they hurt again, worse. They continued to hurt and ache into the night. About 2am I broke down and got up to get a hot water bottle to snuggle between my knees and was finally able to sleep.

Now the good news again.

They don't hurt anymore.

Well, let me take that back. They hurt exactly as much as a normal 47 year old woman's knees hurt. It doesn't hurt to go down stairs. I don't need to brace myself between the counter and bath tub when I get up from the toilet (sorry, tmi?) It's amazing.

So now two things. Why didn't I do this a year and a half ago? And why did they hurt? (ie, what am I doing wrong or have I done in the past to get there - what do I need to do differently so they don't get worse?)

Ironically, most of my other pains are gone today too. I wonder if the knees were causing my pain tolerance to shoot to zero or if it was all in my head. Who knows. I'm not arguing. I'm just wondering what I need to do to stay this way. If I need a cortisone shot every 3 months to feel this good I'm not going to be upset.

Cool, huh?
anigo: (fist)
So I had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon today. For those of you who haven't been following (or in case I haven't actually provided information) I've been having some chronic problems with my joints. I've seen my doctor. She's stumped. No markers for anything like rheumatoid arthritis or lupis or lyme or anything. She referred me to a rheumatologist. She had nuttin. (Which was good, it means no arthritis!) She referred me to a naturopath with whom I'll meeto tomorrow to talk about possible food sensitivities. She also referred me to a orthopedic surgeon, which told me she didn't have any more guesses, since an orthopedic surgeon usually cuts things, and if he cut everything that hurt I would look like I should be placed on ice in the window of a butchery.


I had my appointment with him today.

It went sort of like this:

Him: Wow, you have a lot going on here. (Looking at my registration form.)

Me: Yep(1)

Him: Ok, let's start with what hurts the most.

Me: That would be my knees today.

A thorough exam ensued, including a lot of "does this hurt" (yep, it does) and "does this hurt" (ow, hell yes.)

Him: My diagnosis, and it could be wrong, because it's hard to tell from the outside, is that you have bilateral patellofemoral syndrome. Whatever you're doing now, you need to stop doing it. If it hurts, stop.(2)

Me: **blinky**

Him: I recommend one of two treatment plans. I can write you a note for physio and you can see how it goes, or we can be more aggressive and I can give you a cortisone injection, and if that helps it will eliminate a lot of what might be going on.

Me: Agress this bitch.

My cortisone shot is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.

I'd be more than happy to find out it's something like patellofemorawhatever. I just want somebody to tell me what it is and how to fix it. I'm too young to knit. Having said that, it doesn't explain the wrists and elbows and shoulders and ankles. Or where the inflammation is coming from. But if we end up dealing with each owie individually, fine. As long as I get to kneel deep enough to change a headsail before next season (or even the season after.)

(1)In actuality, what happened there was I said "Yep, there's a lot going on, and I'm sorry, but I think my doctor picked you because she ran out of ideas and I know you're probably not going to be able to help because you're a surgeon and surgeons usually cut things open to fix them, and I have a lot of things that would need cutting and I'm more than happy to sign something and move on and it's ok if you tell me you got nuttin because nobody else has anything either." To which he said "You talk too much and need to listen more" Then he proceeded to tell me let's start looking at the mechanics of the individual joints and see if we can do something that improves shit.

(2) In actuality, what happened here was he said I need to stop doing whatever I'm doing, to which I said I'm not doing ANYTHING because it hurts too much, to which he said I must be doing SOMETHING because people's knees don't look like this for no reason. He then asked me if I thought I was overweight. I am, and I told him I thought I was. And I also said I'd put weight on over the past year because I haven't been able to exercise. To which he pointed out that exercise was only 25% of it. I needed to stop eating. Really? Tell me something I don't know. And ouch.

He's probably not wrong on many levels.
anigo: (sailing_is_hard_work)
It's Race Week again. The week that I look forward to all year. The biggest keelboat regatta east of... well... most things.

This is the second year without Skipper Thom. I'm am currently in the kitchen making sandwiches and drinking coffee and getting ready and the song "You should be here" came on just as Dickie walked by with a crew hat on. (The back of the hat has "Thom's Legacy" written on it, and I never wear mine so I forgot about it).

... and I lost my shit.

I got it back, no worries.

But it's funny how grief can whack you in the back of the knees when you're not expecting it.

Oh well, onward and upward. Here's to a fun, safe, rum and sun filled regatta.

If you're interested I'll post pictures as I get 'em.
anigo: (Kayak)
I was just reading on Facebook where a woman had fallen from a local hiking spot while she was attempting to rescue her dogs who had fallen as well. A rescue team had to be called in to retrieve her (and her dogs) from the ledge. The woman is in serious condition in hospital. The comments on the posting made me, once again, question where we're going as a human race. The area was not an off-leash area and she shouldn't have let her dogs go free, but still. Wow. Some people make decisions that aren't the best. But do we really need to be so insulting?

In bigger news, there continues to be so much shit going on in the world. We have gotten to a place where people are so scared for their lives they shoot first and ask questions later. Mass shootings, police shootings, black shootings. Ugh.

The media has to have SUCH a part to play in this. 100 years ago, hell, 20 years ago, if there was an incident it would get some limited time it the public light and it would go away. In some ways, it's done great things. Look at thing like the gay movement. As the people have more platforms to come out of the closet and be who they are. Social media has given voice to hundreds and thousands of people wouldn't have been able to know there is so much support out there for them.

On the other hand, every time somebody shoots somebody, it too sets an example for somebody to do the same thing. And everybody knows about it instantly.

After the video was posted about the young man being shot for having a broken tail light, I'd posted a "black lives matter" picture.

Yes. I know there's more to it than a simple statement "black lives matter." There's history and things you don't see in a video. For both sides. A friend of mine commented that "all lives matter". And I agreed. My sister jumped on that quicker than shit. It is NOT all lives matter. It's black lives matter. And railed on about how saying "all lives matter" denigrates the Black Lives Matter movement, and basically makes you a racist.


Then, all of those police officers were shot in Dallas. I changed my picture to say "pro black, pro cop. All lives matter." And waited.


Yanno what? EVERYBODY matters. But if you walk into a waiting room at an emergency centre, you'll see maybe 50 people in different states of injury or illness. Some may have splinters. Some may have lost an arm. Some might just be hypochondriacs looking for attention. But ya know what? EVERY FRICKIN ONE of those people deserve to be seen by a healthcare provider. And to be clear, the guy with his arm in his lap should be seen to first. Saying All Lives Matter does NOT negate black people, or cops or people from Somalia, or your Uncle Larry or even, god forbid, Donny Trump. Right here, right now, it's me saying ALL LIVES MATTER. We just gotta put the right emphasis on the moment's urgent cases and do what we can to make sure nobody else's arms get torn off.

And part of that is to quick bickering at every single word people say. Stop LOOKING for something to pick apart just because you can. It may give you a moment's happiness because you've proven yourself smarter than the next guy, but you've caused a hurt, that very well could result in somebody's arm falling off.

So just stop. Ok world?
anigo: (stupid vision)
I've been taking this medicine called Vimovo to try to address some of the pain I've been having in my joints lately. It's a combination between an anti-inflammatory and something to protect the stomach from the side effects of an NSAID. (It's helping some.) I also had some blood work done yesterday, which meant I couldn't eat or drink anything before the blood work, so I didn't take the tablet until about lunch time. No biggie right?

I also have been feeling a little... Candida albicans-ish (don't look it up. It's TMI) lately so I took a dose of over the counter anti-fungal medicine, which typically isn't even close to a deal, let alone a big deal.

And finally, I was out getting blood work done, without eating, and then had some errands to run, still without eating. My sugar was low and I hadn't had any coffee and I had a pretty decent anxiety attack. Hellloooo my nice teeny tiny dose of clonazepam for just such situations.

Note to self.

That wasn't your smartest move.

Not sure if it was the stuff in the Vimovo that changes the way your body absorbs shit or what, but it was like I'd taken a handfull of sleeping pills.

I went to bed at about 2, roused myself long enough to make supper at 5:00 and then crashed on the couch until I went to bed. I don't remember much between 2 and when I woke up this morning.

None of the doses of anything I took were huge by any stretch of the imagination, and I wouldn't call myself a hypochondriac. (Reference: My doctor gives me the smallest version available of clonazepam - 30 tablets for the year - and I don't typically finish the prescription. And Vimovo is just extra strength Aleve with something to help coat your stomach) But wow, today I feel like a Heath Ledger wannabe.

anigo: (sailing_is_hard_work)
Last night I went sailing with my Wednesday night guys. I saw this post on Facebook this morning and it underscored the crap that's under the cut.

I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear:

I’m not screwing around. It’s time. All of this pretending and performing – these coping mechanisms that you’ve developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt – has to go.

Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you’re still searching and you’re more lost than ever.

Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can’t live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It’s time to show up and be seen.

cut because it's a lot of blather )
anigo: (Kayak)
When I get headaches that are nastier than other headaches I will occasionally take a couple of Tylenol with Codeine to get them in check. As you may or may not know, opioids (that's a word, spell check. Screw off.) can have the nasty side effect of... well... things don't move along as nicely inside as you'd like them to.

I had one of those headaches the other day and as I was spending some time "in thought" so to speak, I was thinking of all the drug ads on TV and how side effects may include dizziness, dry mouth, trouble sleeping, hair loss, weight gain, nausea, vomiting, lower back pain, eczema, seborrhea, psoriasis, blood clots, pyorrhea, diarrhea, loss of bladder control, etc, etc, etc. I think I read somewhere that a side effect for an anti-depression med was loose, oily stools and a leaky anus. (If that won't depress you further I'm not sure what will!)

Anyway, as I was "thinking" I thought it's very rarely you hear positive side effects. Nowhere do you see "may cause whiter teeth, stronger nails, curly hair, clearer skin, a great night's sleep, or butterflies randomly circling your head."

I want a drug that randomly will cause a butterfly to flutter around my head.
anigo: (Kayak)
”One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious.”
“Don’t hold on to someone who’s leaving, otherwise you won’t meet the one who’s coming.”
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
“Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”
“If you are a gifted person, it doesn’t mean that you gained something. It means you have something to give back.”
“Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.”
“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
“People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls.”
“Loneliness does not come from having no people around, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
“Depression is like a woman in black. If she turns up, don’t shoo her away. Invite her in, offer her a seat, treat her like a guest and listen to what she wants to say.”
“A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.”
“Your perception will become clear only when you can look into your soul.”
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
“What you resist, persists.”
“A dream is a small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens up to that primeval cosmic night that was the soul, long before there was the conscious ego.”
“We may think that we fully control ourselves. However, a friend can easily reveal something about us that we have absolutely no idea about.”
“Everything about other people that doesn’t satisfy us helps us to better understand ourselves.


Jun. 28th, 2016 08:53 pm
anigo: (Kayak)
Silly musings really. Quite silly. But they're musings none the less.

Y'all know I sail every once in a while. I think I posted about this a couple of years ago. When I was sailing in Chester I happened upon the set of a sci-fi series I had just started to watch. The series was set in fictitious "Haven, Maine" and is filmed in and around the place I've spent pretty much every summer since I was about 10.

I stopped watching it when Netflix stopped updating it, but recently they added the last season or two to their lineup and I started watching it again.

So first, some backstory that I'll mangle desperately to the point you can't see the connection I'm making in my head.

I've raced in Chester for the past 14 or so years. Two Christmases ago our skipper passed away. One of the guys got a boat to "keep the band together" so to speak. (It's been hell sailing with him. He brings his two kids along and despite the fact that they're about 16 and 19, all they do is bicker constantly. I'm used to a skipper barking orders and yelling when something's not done right, but this is not yelling or barking orders. This is bickering and there's a difference. But I digress.)

Last year he raced in Chester. This year he decided to move his boat from Chester to Halifax Harbour, to the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron. (Please say that in your head with a serious snooty Boston Brahmin accent.) We've been sailing there so far this summer which is ok, because it's closer to home, but that's about the only good thing about it. Last race there were only two boats - us and one with a storm dodger and a barbecue. (God help us if we didn't win that one.)

Anyway. So. I used to race in Chester. The show was filmed in Chester. Probably less than a kilometer from where I sailed. The show is over now and I've just watched the finale.

In the finale, everything came to an end. A number of people died (as to be expected) and they moved a lot of the story from "Haven" to the unknown, beyond the void kind of dealie. The filming also moved. It went from a kilometer or so from the Chester Yacht Club where I used to sail, to about a kilometer from the Squadron. About 80 km or so from its original shooting location. Now, to be clear, at the time all of Nova Scotia had a great film tax credit, and most of Nova Scotia is near the water. They could have shot anywhere. The new location didn't require a yacht club, or even boats. It could have been anywhere.

Yet here it is by my new sailing location.

(And here is where in my head there's a kind of eerie coincidence. But unless you've been really paying attention, you've missed it. Sorry about that. Move along. Nothing to see here...)

To be clear, the show wasn't great, and the only reason I watched it was because I got a kick out of spotting locations I knew (and one of the actors was hawt) but I still find that an interesting coincidence.

But then again, it's probably also sort of like the fact that once you buy a new car suddenly EVERYBODY has the same car.

Still, it sort of feels like the universe is telling me to move on. I mean, Haven did, right?
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