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Since no one is going to address the elephant in the room, of me talking to myself. I have this to say in my defense. “One advantage of talking to yourself is that you know at least somebody's listening.”

"While there's life, there's hope."

There does not seem like there is a lot of hoping going around. On tuesday I found out my uncle is dying in the hospital in vancouver. He tried so hard to separate himself from his family. But the bottom line is I still have memories, I still know that no matter what he is my uncle, I still know I love him. Two other ppl I know died this week in town. I may not have known them well, but it is a small town, I know them or their significant others, I feel their pain. I was at the gas station picking up a tin this evening, the guy leaving looked down and out, and when I left I asked if he wanted a ride as he was wearing only his pajamas. He told me no thx, that he had just found out 5 minutes ago that his brother had died, and that he was just going to wonder around town in his pajama's till his cleared. After leaving, I turned around, and drove around looking for him, just so that we could talk, have a chew together, empathize together. But even though it was foggy and hard to see, he had literally disappeared.

quote on keeping bourbon underneath the backseat of my truck.

you never know, where you'll be, and you just might need a drink to make the moment a little more magical. I was discussing the fact with some after I chanced upon a surprise firework show, out on the frozen lake. It was an amazing show, and I was able to enjoy it with a drink. With my hidden bottle of truck bourbon.

So....

Well, welcome back to myself, thank you thank you. Back in november I had this amazing idea that I was going to take the train back to my home province for christmas. I figured there would be great scenery and all since I'm leaving from the mountains. So I drove to the big city first, but myself a new truck (well me and bank, bought me a new truck) some new shoes, than had christmas dinner with a client of mine. The next day I drove to the train station through some of the most amazing mountain scenery I have ever seen (jasper, alberta if you care to look it up) the train left at 530 at night so basically it was dark 20 minutes later. So no train scenery, the food was actually super good. The next 26 hours of the train ride, we're not so good. Man was that boring, I finished two books just on the trip there. If I was not parked at the train station in jasper, I would have flown home after christmas. Being home was nice, I havrethe pleasure, that two of my very good friends, are my brother and brother in law. So basically I spent a week hanging out with my family, not doing much of anything. They had already celebrated christmas by the time I got there, so kinda missed out on that. But it was just nice to be home. So when I got back to my literal home, I made the decision that I am going to move back to my place of birth. I love the smell of the city when it is winter, everything is frozen, crisp, and smells fresher. It may not havemountains, but has prairies that stretch for miles and miles. In the winter the reflects of the snow laden prairies, and it is an ocean of diamonds. In the summer the wind blows across the fields, and it is like a rippling lake of wheat. Blue skies forever, northern lights, "if you don't know the prairies, you can't know the sun. I love the prairies, and I love my friends and family that live there. So merry belated christmas and happy new years y'all.