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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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Buckley, with corn he stole from one of the nephews.
Buckley and corn

I've been thinking about the dogs at home in Ontario. How they are getting along without me, Marble sleeping days away on his bed, Buckley bugging the cat thinking she's his good buddy. I wouldn't have survived the Arctic if it wasn't for Bailey, the adopted blind wonder dog, I wouldn't have lasted a year in this white wasteland.

Bailey and I have been lounging on the couch, me playing endless games of spider solitaire and back to back episodes of Rescue Me. And Bailey, napping beside me, upside down. Dogs sleeping upside down make me grin like an idiot.

I did some research and found out that Bailey can travel with me on Air Canada flights whenever I decide to head back down South for keeps. Just a suitcase full of dvds, books and Bailey in a flight carrier and I'll be on my way.

Just waiting for a fly by date.

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