I think nearly everyone’s done an in-home haircut of some kind by this point. I trimmed my bangs over the summer, and my sister Amy cut my brother’s hair. I made videos of both. Enjoy. Also, I’ve reached 400 followers after six years of blogging, so thank you for that. If you aren’t following, I have buttons to the right that allow you to follow via email or WordPress account, or you can follow my Facebook Page, also to the right.
This video gave me grief in editing, and as a result I was set back months for my vlogging schedule. Hopefully I figured it out and we won’t have that problem anymore.
When we first got Foxy, we didn’t have furniture yet. My dad was in the process of moving out and my mom didn’t want a dog at her house, so I slept in my dad’s empty house with her.
Mother’s Day was one of the first times we left our house together in the pandemic since COVID-19 hit our city in March. Of course, I filmed it.
The second of my quarantine vlogs, one month into isolating from the pandemic.
On Amy’s birthday this year, I started vlogging my life in the middle of a pandemic.
Things are precarious right now.
I am writing this from the other end of a pandemic. Or maybe from the middle. Or even the beginning. I guess we’ll see, won’t we?
Mornings here in Calgary have been gloomy these last few days. I’ve noticed this because my room at my mom’s house hasn’t got curtains yet and the sun shines directly in my face, waking me up on non-gloomy mornings. These gloomy ones, however, I’m able to sleep through.
I stopped writing for a while. Half because I got busy, half because, I don’t know. I stopped feeling like a writer.
I’m in an airport as I write this, but won’t be anymore when you read it. I’m on my way to Ho Chi Minh city in Vietnam, where I will rendezvous with my mom, my sister Amy, and my brother Marvin. My flights were booked later and as a result, I’m travelling separately from them.
I broke a record last month: The fewest blog posts posted in a single month since I started. It was two. Pitiful.