9:37 a.m.

Three deer came down the garden path beyond our kitchen window yesterday. Everett hollered, “Mom, Mom! A moose!”

“A moose!” I jumped up.

“No no, I mean deer!”

This photo was taken through the glass.

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This morning on CBC Radio there will be a segment about online journals and I’d like to listen to it, so I am afraid to go far or start anything for fear of forgetting all about it. Last night I intended to listen to The Arts Today at 10:00 because James Kudelka, the dancer and choregrapher, was to be interviewed and this relates to my freelance work and can be educational for me. I wrote it down on the calendar next to my desk here, and highlighted it, and then what did I do? Why the usual, of course -- forgot all about it while watching the national news on TV instead. I do this all the time... mark things down carefully, then forget to go check the calendar.

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A young man, who works in the Alberta oilpatch in winter and farms near Wynyard in summer, came and got Jester yesterday morning. Tied for safety into the back of his new owner’s truck, the dog looked at me with sad eyes when I walked away, and I felt a little sorry to say goodbye to him, but he’ll have a much better life now, off that frigging chain.

I called Mom yesterday morning to see if she’d heard from her doctor. She is set up to see a specialist on Monday, so things are not moving as quickly as she expected.