Tuesday, January 20, 2015

January Cure 2015 - Part One

My January Cure: In Fits and Spurts
I've just left home for nine days which means I'll have to get creative if I want to finish the whole "Cure" in the allotted timeframe. A big part of why I like doing the "Cure" every January is because I'm following someone else's plan to improve my home. I'm not the one coming up with the projects. I'm not the one deciding when to do what. I'm on their schedule, and in this instance, I love it.

Assignment #1: Flowers and Floors
This step was time consuming, but totally worth it. The "floors" part happened about 4 days after the assignment was listed. Partly because I had houseguests and didn't feel like committing the time to cleaning while they were visiting, partly because the weather outside was incredible and it's more important to me to go outside when I can, than to tidy my house. But by midweek, with everyone out of the house (houseguests back to Ontario; husband back on regular work days) I tore the house apart and cleaned the hell out of the floors. Our living room rug sheds balls of blue wool everywhere. The shedding is slowly letting up, but it was about time I got control of that thing. It's like living with a muppet. A big, blue, shedding, flat, muppet. I'm so glad I took the time to do this, our floors feel great, especially in those hidden, neglected spaces like behind a dresser, or in the corners our feet never touch.

The flowers part is an exact repeat of last year. A 10-dollar bunch of daisies from the nearby supermarket. I love having flowers and plants in the house, it makes the air feel good and they're a treat to look at. My husband (Brian) loves them too, but has an odd way of showing it. When I go away, Brian is enlisted with the chore of feeding our plants and tries, at least once to remember to do it. When I came home from tour in December I spent a week coaxing my plants back to life. I own rugged plants, knowing the hostile environment I'm subjecting them to, and though most survived me being away, there were two casualties. Brian says I buy weeds, I say I buy survivors. Adding flowers to our home is a huge bonus. It looks good, it feels good, and we both love seeing them on our table. He's home now, (and I'm in the airport lounge in Toronto), and he's making no promises about how he will care for the flowers and plants while I'm away. But that's ok. It's our arrangement and I'm good with it.

Assignment #2: Make a List of Projects
I actually located my list from last year's January Cure and just started making amendments I crossed off a lot of items and was not totally surprised at how many still remained on the list. I've lived in St. John's for eighteen months, and I'm happy to say it now feels like home. So much so that if someone were to ask me to move back to Ontario, I'd be sad about leaving my house behind. My job as a touring musician has me constantly coming and going, and there are times when I haven't seen my house for five weeks in a row. This is good for two reasons: 1) I never spend enough time in my house to get bored with anything so I'm always appreciating the things Brian and I have done to improve our home and 2) because I'm in and out so often, I'm constantly getting a fresh perspective on the things I love about my home and things I'd like to change. The bad side of this, is it takes me twice as long to do things for my home as it should because I keep leaving halfway through a project, or I don't start a longer project, knowing I'll be uprooted in short order. This isn't a complaint, I love my career and I love coming home and tackling the next thing on the list as I find time to do so.

Assignment #3: Set Up an Outbox
The outbox project is and was fun. We own a stack Rubbermaid bins that sit empty in our basement. I pulled them out last week, gave them each a title, and went beyond the outbox suggestion, and started sorting everything that's been accumulating in our junk room. For years I've been trying to get a handle "stuff" I have gathering in baskets and jars and boxes. It took an entire day (one of the perks of working from home) but I gutted the shelving unit in my red room and dumped so, so, so much stuff in these four bins. Now, I'm going to let them sit until the end of the month, and decide whether I'm keeping the stuff in the bins or dumping them.

Assignment #4: Purge the Pantry
I share my life with a happy-purger. When Brian doesn't like something (clothes, furniture, knick-knacks) he is happy if not eager to get rid of it. He's especially big on getting rid of the things underfoot. In our kitchen Brian's a fan of "using everything up" before buying more whereas, I like stockpiling dry goods when they're on sale so I always have what I may need on hand. Our pantry is small, and pretty easy to sort through. Cleaning the pantry revealed to me, that our combined desires to stockpile and use up our goods are working just fine. I'm mindful that too much stuff makes it hard for Brian to know what we have, and he's okay with me buying in bulk as long as there's space for everything. Still, there are hitches from time to time. Over the holidays Brian sent me, in a panic, out for more coconut oil because we were really low (in his words.) When I came home and put away the new jar of coconut oil, I found an unopened jar in full view and also noted that his "we're getting low" jar, was still a quarter full of coconut oil. My happy purger is as full of contradictions as I am. He wants to get rid of the perfectly functional lamp in the basement but needs at least 100 garbage bags in the house at all times.

Assignment #5: 10-minute Meditation and Pick a Project
I didn't do this. What I mean is: I haven't decided yet on the project I'd like to complete. I'll do this when I get home.

Assignment #6: Flowers and Kitchen
The kitchen is a weird one for me. It needs a lot of improvements, new counters, a new paint job -- mostly an overhaul. Don't get me wrong, I love my kitchen, it's big and bright and that makes me happy. We have plenty of storage and our Ikea butcher blocks act as extra counter space. It's clean and I spent the weekend cleaning it even more. The next step, in my opinion, for our kitchen is a bigger, more expensive renovation. So until then, I'm just keeping it clean and clutter free.

Assignment #7: Get a Get-Together Together
I'm so excited that this is actually going to happen this year! First, on February 5th with a couple of friends I've met through Brian's work. It'll be low-key, snacks and drinks, and then we're going to a concert at a nearby theatre. Then on February 23rd my best buddies and bandmates are coming to town for a show (YAY!) and I'll be hosting them in my house! They visited when we had just freshly arrived in St. John's, when the house was still so new to us! So many changes have gone on since then, that I think they're really going to enjoy seeing the changes. I can't wait to host them for a night or two (oh, and also perform a show in my beautiful, new, wintery hometown!)

Assignment #8: Surface Sweep
I'm pretty good at doing this most days. Our house can go from cluttered to tidy in a manner of minutes, that I found this enjoyable. So, on top of the surface sweep, I gutted the shelf in our entryway and fixed it up. Threw out old mail, sorted our toque and mittens bin, and arranged our separate wallet/key/chapstick areas.

That brings us to today:

Assignment #9: Work on My Project
Spend some time on the project that you selected last week and move it forward, or even complete it, if possible. Let us know what project you chose, what you've been doing and where you are at in the process

This is obviously not happening right now, because I'm in the Toronto Pearson Airport Lounge eating pasta and writing about the first half of the month. I'm eager to get home Friday January 23rd though and dive back in. I love being in my space, and figuring out how to make it happier, cooler and more functional for the two of us. So far this year we are hosting Brian's aunt and uncle, and a bunch of my friends and their kids, so I think by the time May rolls around, our house is going to be pretty much set up for anything. In the meantime, thanks for reading... I'll pick this back up in a few days when I get back to Newfoundland.

xoxo Kerri

Monday, November 24, 2014

Books Books Books Books Books

I love making lists. I like listing my favourite coffee shops across Canada; I love listing my favourite movies (by category) for people looking for recommendations. I love writing lists about me when the new year hits. I've really been enjoying my friends' favourite books lists that have been circulating on Facebook. I'm taking it as an opportunity to get into my friends' heads and see what makes them tick. I've been saving these lists and adding their books to my ongoing What to Read Next list.


Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides
Consider the Lobster, David Foster Wallace
Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder
Adrian Mole, Sue Townsend
Razor's Edge, Somerset Maugham
Different Seasons, Stephen King
The World According to Garp, John Irving
A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving
Three Day Road, Joseph Boyden
Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates, Tom Robbins
Quiet, Susan Cain
What is the What, Dave Eggers
Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris


Accidental Creative, Todd Henry
Start With Why, Simon Sinek
Die Empty, Todd Henry
The Icarus Deception, Seth Godin
The Art of Thinking Clearly, Rolf Dobelli

BOOKS I'VE READ THIS YEAR (in addition to the aforementioned books on creativity)

The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
The Orenda, Joseph Boyden
Manhood for Amateurs, Michael Chabon
The Art of Thinking Clearly, Rolf Dobelli
Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood

And, for the record:

TV Shows I've Watched in the Last Twelve Months Instead of Reading More Books
*Note in my defence: I did spend many weeks recovering from back pain this summer... but I probably would have watched these anyway.

Mad Men
House of Cards
Friday Night Lights
The Good Wife
Orange is the New Black
I'm sure there are more, this is just off the top of my head...

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Paris and London in a Week

In a rather spontaneous move last Monday (November 3rd) while out for dinner celebrating our second year of marriage (to each other) Brian asked me if I thought we should take the direct flight from St. John's to London's Heathrow airport and train it over to Paris the following week. I took a swig of my drink, dipped a fry in ketchup and said, "Of course we should, let's go home and book some flights." On Tuesday morning, Brian had secured the week off work, I had booked our flights and started searching for hotels. Things happened fast, and on Friday night, a mere four days later we boarded a plane at midnight that would deliver us across the ocean in 5 hours.

I spent most of the summer struggling with back pain that ruined a few of our best laid trip plans: like a camping trip to Gros Morne in September with friends who flew to Newfoundland specifically for that trip. I've been on the mend for about a month now and my back is 90% healed (in my medical...er, personal opinion) and what better way to celebrate our marriage and our good health than a jaunt to Paris - a city neither of us had before visited - and arguably the most romantic city in the world. Pictured below: two very happy people on their first day in Paris.

We stayed in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés area at a hotel recommended by my good friend Nicole. It was perfect, comfortable, and quiet. We arrived at night and immediately went looking for dinner.

Brian has an uncanny ability when we're traveling to guide us down an unremarkable looking street on a hunch (and usually at night) and stumble across amazing hidden restaurants. On our first night in Paris, after traveling from Heathrow to Paris' via downtown London, and after walking 5km from the Gare Du Nord train station to our hotel in St. Germain, on very little sleep - he did exactly that. We walked into a great little restaurant with about eight tables in it, that smelled like heaven. Without a reservation on a Saturday night, we sat down to a gourmet French dinner, filled with wine and several items on the menu neither of us could translate. I rely more on local blogs and recommendations from friends to help me find great places to eat and drink in a new city. Between the two of us, we found some pretty excellent restaurants.

Our first full day in Paris was spent wandering along the Seine River, to the Notre Dame Cathedral, down the windy streets of the 5e and 6e arrondissements. It was a Sunday, and the city was peaceful, even in the most touristy of locales. Many shops were closed, and I smiled thinking back to a time when this was the way in Canada too. It was nice to have a quiet day to take pause and just walk around and spend time with my favourite person.

On my perusal of Time Out blog, I came across "Un Dimanche à Paris." Until this trip, I had never enjoyed hot chocolate but apparently I've been imbibing the wrong kind my whole life. The dixie cup serving of hot chocolate both delighted my tongue and left no unwanted (chalky, milky or other) residue in its wake. And, after just a small amount of hot chocolate (could the name be more perfect? Hot Liquid Chocolate, maybe?) I didn't want more. I was satisfied, unlike the way I feel when I have 3 squares of a Fruit and Nut Bar. I'm going to dream about that hot chocolate until I learn how to make it myself. It was goddamn perfect. On Monday, when I got on Skype with Sue and Caroline, they both asked me what my favourite thing about Paris was, and though there wasn't much I didn't love, the first thing I told them about was this tiny cup of hot chocolate. So, there you have it. My rave review about the hot chocolate and truffles (oh, did I mention the truffles?) at "Un Dimanche à Paris." We went three times - on three separate days. If you love chocolate, please go there if you visit Paris.

Our feet sore and our bellies full we headed back to our hotel and had a sauna. It was exquisite: I loved it and Brian fell asleep in the heat. That freaked me out so I woke him up and dragged him up to bed.

The next day was our long ascent up to Montmartre. The weather was stunning. In fact, the weather was on our side during the entire trip but for one hour one morning in London where it poured buckets of rain. The rest of the week it was sunny, blue skies, with temperatures of 10-18 degrees. The picture below, is us standing in front of La Basilique du Sacré Cœur de Montmartre. Outside the Basilica were couples in love, and families taking photos of the view of Paris from the hill. My favourite pair was a couple posing for kissing photos, their lips barely touching, the kiss looking more like a game of "I'm-not-touching-you" than the precursor to a passionate embrace. I watched them for two minutes, posing like this, their lips almost touching and decided I wanted to try it to see if I could do it without laughing, for like 30 seconds. Turns out I cannot. And neither can Brian. So, for the rest of our days in Paris we stopped in romantic locations, on romantic bridges, in romantic lighting and fake-kissed, our lips barely touching, just like that couple demonstrated. Clearly, in the photo below, we are having no fun whatsoever.

We walked through the Jardin du Luxembourg twice during our walkabouts. It's huge and gorgeous, and there are chairs arranged around the manicured lawns where tourists and locals hang out, eat lunch, read or admire the gardens. On one end is a massive playground/fair area (it looked like so much fun we wanted to go in, though I'm sure we would have been shamed out of it.) Kids ate cotton-candy and scooted around on scooters. There were tennis courts, swings, walking paths and more gardens. The photo below is one of the striking statues in the Luxembourg garden.

The Louvre was more impressive than I thought it would be. We first walked the grounds at night, surrounded by the massive structure, quiet even on the outside, probably because we were all in awe of it. When we went there the following day, it was just as beautiful, and just as imposing in daylight. Here's a picture of Brian talking a little break outside the Louvre after another long day of walking.

The third day we walked about 15km, and visited the Eiffel tower, The Arc de Triomphe, down the Champs-Élysées and eventually back to our hotel for a nap. A NAP! We took a load off for a couple hours, read books and I fell asleep. I woke up around 8pm and there was some debate about whether to go out again or just stay in. Brian is such a morning person that I think sometimes he forgets about all the fun things that happen at night. He experiences so many early hours of the day that many of us miss, that it was nice to nudge him into a late dinner and walk about town. We had dinner at 9:30pm dinner at "Chez Fernand" - our favourite meal of the trip - complete with the finest creme brûlée for dessert. And though tempted, we could not bring ourselves to order a cup of their "world-famous chef's coffee" for 14 euros a cup, when the rest of the meal had been so reasonably priced. Maybe that was a mistake, I wonder what made it so famous... maybe its price? It's decided, I'll order it next time I go. The picture below is the Arc de Triomphe.

The last bit about Paris I want to mention is our visit to the Catacombes. I can't describe it better than the website does, so take a second and read the description. What I can say is, the experience of walking through tunnels of carefully arranged bones from all the cemeteries in Paris is unnerving. Words like "ossuary" weren't in my vocabulary until that afternoon, and the reference to the Cemetery of the Innocents - is something I won't soon forget. The picture below is one I took, in the dimly lit tunnels far underground. 83 steps underground to be exact (I counted on my way back up.)

By the end of five straight days of walking, our dogs had barked. We were due for an easy day of sitting and our two hour train ride back to London was up next. A few of our fellow travellers must have accidentally had cologne showers that morning because the nauseating chemical smells of Axe-like fragrances filled our train car. We landed at our hotel around 3pm hungry and adamant about eating Indian food for dinner. Our hotel was a lot swankier than I thought it would be - Hotel Russell - (it even had a Canadian electrical outlet on the wall which meant we could charge our phones and use them to GPS our way around the city!) Yes, I was so happy to see the familiar looking outlet that I felt compelled to write about it. The photo below is our hotel at sunset (which is happening in London around 4:30pm these days.)

For dinner, we found a restaurant called "Dishoom." Our excitement was palpable (and our bellies were empty) and when we arrived at Dishoom we ordered everything they recommended. I had a half litre of wine to Brian's three beers. It was a lengthy and delicious meal complete with coffee and Chai Tea and when we left it felt like bedtime. It was 6:30pm. As we were leaving the restaurant we noticed a massive line of people waiting to get in. I highly recommend eating there: the food was amazing, the ambiance lovely, and the price reasonable. But apparently, get there early, like we did unknowingly, or you'll be waiting outside.

It was Brian's first visit to London and my fourth. We walked quite awhile that first night through Covent Garden, Camden-Market, around Trafalgar Square, through the theatre district, passing pub after pub after pub filled with people, spilling out into the streets drinking beer. It was a perfect night. We were happily buzzed, we were happily lost in the bustle, and eventually we wandered home. The next day we did everything else we had energy to squeeze in. A great breakfast of croissants, oatmeal and delicious coffees at Tap Coffee. Then Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, more Covent Garden, on and on we walked.

We tried to take advantage of the sun rays and stayed outside as much as possible on this trip. We sat on patios, and squinted at the sun, knowing full well we would be returning to a predictable Canadian winter in no time. I love traveling with Brian. He likes reading and writing, and on the plane he's the guy who keeps his reading lamp on through the whole flight, while everyone else is watching TV. We brought four books over with us, and brought eight new ones back. We visited so many bookstores in France and England, he bought a coat from a great French shop and we both bought new shoes. Most of the time though, we just sat together, walked together, and laughed together, feasting our eyes on the cities before us and left all our worries and day-to-day lists behind.

A truly happy anniversary it was.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

A Trip to Ferryland, NL

I've been a bit hesitant to take any unnecessary car rides since my back started acting up in April/May, but, last weekend -- one of my only weekends in Newfoundland this summer -- (arguably the best time to be in Newfoundland) Brian and I decided to head south on the Avalon Peninsula and spend the day hiking the east coast trail.

This part of the trail is pretty manageable, 5km out from Calvert to Ferryland and 5km back. There is some climbing, but nothing too treacherous. At the halfway point, we had a picnic of hardboiled eggs and croissants. We're wild.

When we first got together, Brian and I met up in Newfoundland for a little romantic getaway (it fascinates me that we now live here after that trip so many years ago.) It was 2006, and our memories of the trip are a bit hazy *read: we couldn't agree on where we'd been. I remember driving the entire Irish Loop but Brian was adamant we had not. It was only when we approached this little restaurant Best Friends (sadly, no longer in operation) that Brian succumbed to my memory of the trip. Eight years ago, we shared sandwiches and soup at this cute little place.

In 10km of hiking we came across only one other couple and the only sounds we heard were the sounds of waves crashing against the rocks below us. It's a thunderous sound, and one I could listen to all day. It was a peaceful hike, and I'm glad we left town to spend some time together.

In a sea of green and grey, it wasn't too difficult to spot this bald eagle. I only got this fuzzy picture of him before he took off toward a nest he'd been spying, for his afternoon meal.

I like hiking with Brian. We hike at a pretty brisk pace and he doesn't mind when I stop to take photos. In fact, he admitted to me that day that he sort of counts on me to archive our travels and enjoys looking back on our trips through the countless photos I take. I'd say we're a good match.
We snapped this photo of ourselves right after Brian shook off twenty five ants from his arm after playing in the tall grass. Otherwise, no bugs. Another point in the pro column living in Newfoundland for me, the bug-attractor.

I'm heading out to work for three weeks in Ontario and Alberta and when I return, we're tackling Gros Morne, baby.

Stop It, Jackhammer

I am, for the most part, a patient person. I grew up in a house where one parent was notoriously late for everything and the other was notoriously early. Neither option suited me, but it taught me patience, as did living in a bungalow with six opinionated people with six different schedules and personalities.

I learned to tiptoe when people worked night shifts. I learned to be silent when my sister's baby was sleeping in the living room. I learned to be quiet and not bother the people I lived with even though the majority of my extra-curricular activities required me to make noise.

I found ways around it. I rode my bike to my church 45 minutes away so I could practise the piano there instead of at home. I went for walks so I could sing out loud and memorize lyrics for choir. I craved the rare nights when everyone was away, when I could just hammer on the piano and sing at the top of my lungs with the windows open, not a soul around to hear me. And I learned to find peace by blaring music through my headphones when I had to share rooms or spent too many hours on a noisy bus full of teenagers. How many nights I fell asleep to Rage Against the Machine screaming "Killing in the Name Of" in my ears.  

I am overwhelmed by the outside world today. It's as if I am wearing a hearing aid and it's cranked to the max.  The incessant jackhammering, idling trucks, shouting and bashing around of concrete right outside my window has caused me to flee my otherwise peaceful, empty home.

I cannot think straight. I cannot get anything done.  If I hear another noise -- music, a crow cawing, someone gulping loudly, I will lose it. It: my mind, my cool, my lunch. I will lose anything resembling sanity. I have gone 'round the bend. I am talking to myself and running into walls.

Give me quiet, give me peace.