Mid-Summer Catch-Up

diary comic, 21 July

Canada's 150th came and went, and -- considering what a fan of Expo 67 I am -- it was kind of a non-event. I didn't even have anything commemorative to wear, so I hastily made a T-shirt with Sharpie markers -- which then bled horribly when I spilled maple syrup all over myself and tried to wash the shirt. But hey, that's thematically appropriate, too, eh?

Canada Day T-shirt

What did make the day special was having all my family there, which my nephew caught on film.

MacDonald Family

We also did some sightseeing with the family -- trying to pack in summer PEI stuff, since this is such a special place and it feels like we paid for it in wintertime.

Point Prim lighthouse

Sorry you're having to see Doug's butt there, but he moves so fast that it's difficult to capture him on film at all.

And, yes, Craig, Doug, and I completed our dog training class together. Now Doug can sit on command. Sometimes. Which is pretty much what he could do before, but it really feels like we're finding our way together. He's sweet company, often funny, and now a permanent member of our family.

Getting our dog training certificate

Summer Reunion

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Father's Day

comic: Father's Day in the back yard

comic: feeling the loves for Dad


Facebook account deactivation


There are so many people I love on Facebook, but the thing really is a drug: You don't mean to use it, or to use it to excess, but it's right there to binge on, and everyone thinks it's no big deal. Plus willpower is, I believe, largely an illusion and mostly the result of ingrained habit.

So I've removed the possibility of habituated, mindless social media use by leaving Facebook and Twitter.

My reasoning was that I want more time for making things, but it's tough to muster the energy, overcome the fear, and find the time to do creative work after attending to everything else.

That said, life is pretty sweet these days. On my visits to Charlottetown last summer I kept thinking, "I wish I could just stay here." And now here I am.

Every time I walk down a tree-lined street, spend time with my family, walk by a location from my past, or venture into nature... it's nice.

"Nice" gets a bad rap, like life is supposed to be -- I dunno, gritty, dangerous, on-the-edge, but I really like nice.