Notre Dame Organ

I captured this recording of the organ playing in the Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris in March 2018.

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It was so sad to see this wonderful world heritage site in flames today.

Here is a photo I captured a few minutes before we walked into the Cathedral to enjoy the remarkable and austere interior.

Grade 1 School Rebel

I rode past my old grade 1 school this morning. I was only at this school for a few weeks. Despite being 6 years old I was strong willed and didn’t want to attend this school. I wanted to attend the French school closer to home where my sister was.

I hid under these steps to avoid being called into school when the bell rang. And after all the kids were inside I walked along the highway (about 4.5 km) back to my neighbourhood and played in my backyard or friends’ backyards until school was as out.

Well… that didn’t last long until my mother met with the school boards and eventually I got my way and was accepted into the French school to be closer to my sister. @ Aylmer, Quebec

A ’Family’ar’ Language of Lujz (Love)

“I see Jween, I see Jween!” Excitedly said my older daughter from the backseat of our car one afternoon when my wife picked me up after work. My older daughter was three at the time. My wife cracked up as normally my daughter called me “daddy” but she knew my wife called me “Gene”. She wanted to be like “mommy” and say that she saw me standing at the side of the road.

I still say “I lujz you” to my girls when I wish them good night or before I leave for work. My older daughter couldn’t say “love” for the longest time. Instead she said “lujz” where the “jz” sounds a J in French when you say “Je”.

Now that my girls are older and articulate words without the cute the pronunciation errors, I still hold on to the words, only words we as a family know and cling to. I so loved the toddler age, watching them develop, explore, refine their language skills, and enjoy their silliness.

One of my daughter’s used to say “hebbo” instead of “hello”. 

Here are a few other words:

– Shwicken is chicken

– Chwweese is cheese 

– Tuck is stuck

– Quid is kid

– Dwy is dry

My younger daughter used to say “May I please be a scuse” at the end of dinner.

If you ever hear me say “hebbo” to you… then you can assume you may be getting pretty close to us. 

It is just our family’s language of ‘lujz’ (love).

Basement Dwelling…

Winter brings crisp, cold air to the Ottawa Valley. It is an opportunity to dwell in the basement or thrive on the ski trails.

Today I chose to dwell in the basement with the company of my Cervélo, my Tacx trainer, and FulGaz.

With Christmas behind us it is now time to get fit again.

Gatineau Gold

Be careful funny looking man spotted going for a run on the trails of the Gatineau Park! If you see this guy stay away! He hasn’t showered today! 😂🏃🏻

It’s Almost Halloween!

I love ❤️ this time of year.

Brilliant Evening For a Run

I love running in the autumn evenings, under the canopy of fall colours and into the setting sun. 🏃🏻🍁☀️

Awesome Ride to Ashton

85km with great roads and friends! This was the Garmin photo generated for the return ride from Ashton.

Fall Colours!

Perfect day for a run 🏃🏻

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