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 River Time With Bryan: Mussels, Deer Sightings, and a Whole Stretch of Popson to Ourselves A Quiet River Hour, a Late Summer Laugh, and a Full Day Lived Well Popson had that rare quiet today — the kind where the river feels like it’s waiting for you. I rolled in for a 1:30 meet‑up with Bryan, summer‑time punctuality meaning he drifted in closer to 1:50. No bother. The stillness was worth it. I stayed another twenty‑five minutes after he arrived, giving me a solid fifty‑five minutes of river time before heading home around 2:30. Enough space to breathe, reset, and then get typing fast before gaming with an old neighbourhood friend. The river was generous with its little surprises. Mussels scattered along the shallows, several of them tucked into the sand — definitely invasive, definitely not the usual Lethbridge sight. More of a BC thing, ocean‑to‑river hitchhikers. And a crawfish, looking like a freshwater shrimp, darting around the stones. I snapped a few photos, the kind you onl...

 Starting again with a quiet anniversary run under the moonlight. A Late-Night Anniversary Run Tonight I finally stepped back into running after fifteen weeks away. It wasn’t a fast run or a long run — just twenty minutes, about two kilometres — but it was the kind of run that matters. A base run. A starting point. The kind of quiet, late-night effort that reminds you you’re still trying, still moving, still showing up for yourself. I took the dog with me, and the night had that calm, blue glow where the moon hangs low and bright over the neighbourhood. The streets were quiet, the air cool, and the world felt still enough that the run didn’t need to be anything more than what it was. I didn’t even break much of a sweat, but that wasn’t the point. After weeks of back pain, nerve issues, and the uncertainty that comes with trying to understand what’s physical and what’s mental, simply getting out the door was the victory. I’ve spent a lot of time wondering whether the challenges I’ve...

 Kim’s ball‑toss and Dixie’s splashy chase say everything about the simple joy of our river routine on a warm summer day. A River Hour With Kim and Dixie Today had that perfect Lethbridge heat — the kind that makes the river feel like the only sane place to be. Kim and I headed down early, Dixie trotting ahead like she already knew the plan. We ended up spending about an hour, maybe an hour and fifteen, tucked right along the shoreline with the whole riverside to ourselves. That’s rare on a hot day, and it made the morning feel like a little pocket of calm carved out just for us. Dixie was in full river‑dog mode the second her paws hit the water. We played ball, splashed around, tug‑of‑war, the whole routine. She was all smiles, no bark — just that excited, tail‑wagging joy she gets when she realizes she’s got both her people and a whole river to play in. Kim and I sat in the shallows, talking about nothing and everything, letting the cool water take the edge off the heat. There’s...

  Why breaking one task into ten lines—and using multiple calendars—is my ultimate mental momentum builder. That wooden "JUNCTION" box packed wall-to-wall with custom-labeled journals is an absolute work of art. Seeing seven full years of monthly indexes, pocket notebooks, and daily logs lined up chronologically makes that draft hit even harder—it’s tangible, physical proof of the momentum you've built. # The Power of the Stacked Calendar: Overcoming Executive Dysfunction One Line at a Time Looking into my wooden "Junction" journal box, I don't just see notebooks. I see seven full years of living on my own terms—chronological stacks of pocket logs, monthly indexes, and relentless daily tracking. For someone living with schizophrenia, maintaining a habit like this for over seven years isn't just unusual—it’s a massive victory. But the secret isn't just about being organized. It’s about understanding how my mind works, embracing the executive dysfuncti...

  100,000 Views — A Milestone I Never Expected Today I hit 100,000 views on this blog, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. When I started writing about my walks, my days, and the small adventures with Dixie, I never imagined anyone would click in, let alone follow along long enough to turn this into something real. Yet here we are — a hundred thousand times someone opened a piece of my life and shared a moment with me. That’s something I won’t forget. This blog has become more than a journal. It’s turned into a kind of mental health routine, a way to steady myself, to make sense of the days, and to keep track of the chaos in my head. It’s helped me change my life for the better. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t plan it. It just happened through the simple act of walking a dog and writing it down. Lately, though, I’ve been thinking about where this goes next. The last week of August is coming, and I’m not sure what direction I’ll take. Part of me wants to keep going forev...

  Dogs, Drinks, and Deep Water: Recharging the Batteries at Popson Welcome back, everyone! If you’ve read my last post, you know I’ve been juggling a lot with work lately. I’ve been trying to swap as many of my evening shifts to mornings as possible, and it’s been a challenge. After a late-night call at 11:00 PM last night, I finally landed an upcoming morning shift. It’s a win! I’m hoping to stack enough shifts to create some free time for a wedding coming up soon. Needless to say, after only four and a half hours of sleep, I was pretty beat. I was seriously in need of some rejuvenation. When Nick and his dad invited me and Dixie (my sweet dog) to Popson Park, I knew I had to go. The river was calling! Dixie’s Great (and Not So Great) Adventure Dixie, as usual, was raring to go. The dog is treated like a human and, as such, behaves about as well as you’d expect from a human in dog form! She is well-behaved, mostly because she thinks she’s one of us. When called, she’d come tro...