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Three Things from Edmonton podcast -- Episode 146: open house, fellowship of the rinks, alliteration

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From the vortex, here’s a weekly collection of three things that left behind marks of happiness and gratitude.  Three Things, episode 146:                               1. Open house   The Grim Reaper has been to our door. It was not unexpected. It was that time. It was Halloween. Halloween is still a thing for me. I haven’t dressed up since going as Elliot, the kid in ET, eight years ago now. I wore a red hoodie. My friend Aminah gifted me an ET doll that I rigged up at the front of my bike for the ride into work. It was fun.  Shelagh always has the better costume ideas, though. This year she went as U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Shelagh considers these things, and makes rulings. Unable to sleep one night before Halloween, she started making lists in the middle of the night. In addition to Notorious RBG, she considered going as: candy corn, Maria from Sound of Music, the guy who ...

Three Things from Edmonton podcast - Episode 48: a quiet house, The Singer's House, a neighbour's house

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Happy end of the week, friends! I remember the Humanities Building on the University of Alberta campus and what Professor Bishop told us there in English 309 on those mornings long ago: go out and notice things and write them down. This week the three things I noticed that made me happy or grateful were more one thing in three stanzas, kinda. Three Things, episode 48 . 1. A quiet house Suddenly, I am awake, and there is no going back. I am in bed, it’s dark. Is it a work day? Or weekend? What time is it? I fish for my phone in the waves of covers and use the twisted earbuds cord to reel it in. I touch the face to get the time. The battery is dead. No music to get back to sleep, either. I am on my own. I brace myself for the usual goblin parade of my mistakes, doubts, regrets and fears to come through the walls. A poem, yes, I will recite a poem to keep the shrieking down! This is when it’s confirmed that, while I love poems, I don’t know them by heart. They’re in books or they’ve been ...