Recently, my son Caleb woke us very early on a Saturday, anxious to watch the rest of Peter Pan (Columbia Pictures, 2004).

The Professional Writers Association of Canada’s Moncton Chapter invites everyone to its 2nd annual Reveille, an event where members of the audience and special guests, including local celebrities and Frye Festival authors, share “works” from their youth.

Picture this: a business networking event where plenty of entrepreneurs are wandering around with wine, cheese, business cards and a nametag. It’s a small city…lots of people already know each other, and lots of people wish to be known.

We can hardly blame the mainstream media for no longer hosting public debate about whether climate change is actually happening: nobody wants to appear as though they’re supporting foolish conspiracy theories. Dissenters have been relegated to the journalistic ignominy of the internet, which is why the Internet is so juicy.

Isn’t it ironic that the people wearing the end-of-the-world sandwich boards used to be considered the wild-eyed fringe? Now, they’re the reasonable ones and the crazies are the ones saying, “hold on, it’s not that dire. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Dressed warmly for walking to school this morning, Caleb stood at the front door with his dad and sisters.

My husband and I checked out our local building supply store this afternoon in search of closet systems, and I discovered something: crappy pressed board covered with fake wood veneer is expensive.

I had no idea he was doing it. After completing my kitchen chores this evening, I came upstairs to find my husband unloading the contents of his closet. “If you’re going to blog about it,” he said, “at least say I was awesome enough to start by myself.”

I must speak with my 11-year-old daughter Sophie regarding her methods for packing school lunches. (My husband and I thought mornings were moving along much more smoothly this fall since our two eldest children started packing their own lunches on previous evenings.)

After much virtual switcheroo , we have decided on a new floor plan, and it hinges on two things: 1) an extreme closet purge and new closet organizers with drawers, eliminating the need for a large dresser in the room, and 2) a new, wider office desk with built in heavy-duty shelving above, eliminating the need for the large bookshelf in the room and the glass desk we currently are using.

Okay, I’m almost finished Step One. Wanna hear “The Dream”?

I want a bedroom flexible enough to serve three functions: it needs to be bright and friendly, conducive for creative work and homework during the day, relaxing and restful for sleep at night, and an alternate television spot for the kids when they jockey for entertainment space in the house.

As promised, my experiment in bedroom organization (and by extension, spousal dynamics) begins today. I’m calling it “Project Bliss and Ecstasy.”

It’s possible that the process will be anything but blissful, but I’m hoping the end result will be.

My chosen organizational guru, “The Organizing Connection,” (OC) offers a six-step program to help procrastinating saps like me reach my clutter-free bedroom goals. My plan is to take a week or two for each step.

I love a good argument, and therefore I think it’s time I tried my hand at book reviews. Tonight, I’m going to read my latest purchase, “Nothing created Everything,” by Ray Comfort and later, I’ll tell you what I think.

My son Caleb likes to stay up late and watch movies with the big kids. Like any savvy six-year-old, he tries to negotiate when bedtime is enforced.

I’ve always loved visiting downtown Halifax, Nova Scotia, with its historic waterfront, quirky little shops, multicultural atmosphere and lively pubs.
My husband and I stayed there following our modest wedding ceremony in October 1991, and recently we returned to celebrate our 18th wedding anniversary.

On Saturday, I visited the Marine Museum of the Atlantic in Halifax, Nova Scotia this weekend, with my husband. We were on a getaway weekend celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary (which is actually today.) I was hoping to find some information there for my next novel, but instead found myself weeping among the photographs and artifacts in the second-floor Titanic display. I got a few curious looks from the American bus tourists, but I tried to pretend there was something in my eye.

In honor of author Julie Powell and the movie “Julie and Julia,” I’m thinking of embarking on an experiment for the purposes of daily blogging. What should it be?

Kids say funny things sometimes, but my youngest child, Caleb, is really a crack-up. Sometimes he reminds me of Calvin, in the old “Calvin and Hobbes” comic strip.

Heard Richard Dawkins peddling his new book, The Greatest Show on Earth, on CBC radio’s The Current this morning with Anna-Maria Tremonti.

Saw a group of teenage boys climb into a car while I was running today.

Saw Ian Hanomansing at Sobey’s last night. He caught me staring, but I didn’t speak to him…