Feeling Swamped?

When I watched “The Perfect Storm” I clutched the arm of my chair and frequently held my breath, willing the Andrea Gail to survive the mountainous waves. By the time the huge rogue wave hit I was gasping for air. I knew her survival was unlikely. There was a sense of desperation coupled with despair.

Despair Takes Many Forms

Yesterday’s rain revealed small patches of our lawn… the first time we’ve seen green here in over two months. But today despair returns. This is the BC south coast, for pete’s sake!