I’ve Moved To Newfoundland

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Tis true. I’ve moved to Newfoundland – lured by the call of the puffin – sound appreciation, like music, being very subjective.

I luvs it here.

I luv the sound of the fog horns blowing loudly right in my backyard, now that I am accustomed to them and know that a ship will not be crashing through my picture window. I love the view of the narrows that astounds no matter how many times I see it – or not – depending on the fog.  I even love the slugs that I find under my desk, or more frequently,  the slug trails on the carpet that just start and disappear – with nary a critter in site.

Maybe if I could learn how to do a slug call – I could call them out.

But I am here.  Hanging with the St. John’s International Women’s Film Festival, the musicians, comedians, and other arty members. And my new friend BABS! of moovy.ca.