At 60 degrees latitude, I am very far north here, but spring has now definitely arrived. The sky is clear and so is the lake, achingly pristine … … very different from the frozen majesty of two months ago. I am learning to appreciate the call of this northern land.
Author Archives: Lynette d'Arty-Cross
I found this in my search terms: narcissist piano. I did the mental equivalent of shifting from one foot to the other while I mulled that over. What does it mean??? Is it a typo? Is the searcher wondering if pianists are narcissists? Is that an actual type of piano? I mean, this is the […]
I arrived in the Northwest Territories at the end of February for a work assignment. It was -25C and one of the roads leading to the small community where I’m currently staying looked like this. Here’s another view of the same road taken about an hour later. If you watch Ice Road Truckers, you might be interested […]
NPD narcissists consume a huge amount of emotional labour. And before you know it, you can be down on your knees, completely exhausted, while the narcissist continues to, at the very least, be extremely dissatisfied. There is no filling them up. They are never full. They are never sated. They are never content. They simply […]
It’s still January but about two weeks ago, the weather turned. The temperature crept up, the bit of snow we had started to melt, and the ducks started squawking and flapping. Every day now it’s a little warmer and a little sunnier. This morning I was out walking and took this photo of Skaha Lake. […]
Happy New Year! 🙂 I hope 2017 is off to a good start for you! To begin the year with the right winter flavour (Yup. I know. Some of you are in much warmer climes, and yes, I’m jealous), here’s a seasonal winter picture that I took in my former hometown: Since becoming a pilot […]
Originally posted on In the Net! – Stories of Life and Narcissistic Survival:
I have an uneasy relationship with fruitcakes. You know, the stuff you eat. Well, I suppose you eat it. I mean, from what I’ve heard, no one eats it. It gets shoved into the back of some cupboard, or into the corner of…
