The Three Lives of Simone de Bรฉbรฉ

My 14-year-old Simone de Bรฉbรฉย wasย in her last stage of life. She hadnโ€™t been eating much at all the past few weeks. I made the first appointment I could with the vet to have her euthanized in a few days, on Monday.ย But in the end, she declined precipitously and I couldn't wait. โ€จOver the recent days when my Simoneย de Bรฉbรฉ was gravely ill, I experienced an ever present underlying nausea, an existential exhaustion. Not so much grief as despair. As though all the terrible deaths occurringย everywhere in the world wereย happening right at my feet.ย 

Pandemic Journal 8/1/2021 – Simone de Bรฉbรฉ

Boxing Day 2020 It was a clear day. Warm for a city not too far south of the prairie taiga. The temperature had risen to just below freezing. This walk with Helen wound its way through Riverdale along the river. We stopped to investigate a perfectly round hole in a hollow tree, the work of… Continue reading Pandemic Journal 8/1/2021 – Simone de Bรฉbรฉ

Pandemic Journal 3/11/2020 โ€” freaking out (still smiling)

Stuck inside a pandemic at a moment when the monolith south of the border is dominated by a fascist, it is sometimes hard to focus on the view up close - the provincial politics that undermine our well-being, the city politics that juggle a budget vulnerable to COVID effects and a vengeful governing provincial party that hates our progressive voting patterns. Sometimes it is hard to sleep.