I never know how to start blog posts. All those fiddly words and paragraphs sometimes make me overthink things, even though blog posts don't have to be fine-tuned in the least.
It's just something that bothers me sometimes.
I got back from a fantastic family camping trip this morning.
I bushwhacked, stood on beaver lodges, and even survived two nights sharing a tent with my dad and brother.
While watching the sunset from the rocky shore of our camping site, it really sunk in how lucky I was to be Canadian. I'm so glad that I get to live in a country with freedom of expression and education and lots of trees (and rocks and water). Then my grandfather sat down beside me and started to rant about US politics, which wasn't really in the mood but still made me feel glad to be Canadian (or at least not American).*
I wrote a few songs this week, which I've never really done before. Turns out that I accidentally made one of them sound far too similar to Bowl of Oranges, but I still like the lyrics. I also learned The Cave on guitar. Did I mention that I sing in the shower?
I've got to go and husk corn.
*No offence intended to my readers from south of the border. I just don't like politicians.