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December 16, 2021
Now It is Winter
Good morning. We are still five days away from the official start of winter, but, for all intents and purposes, it has arrived and settled in. As I write this, Gerry is out front with the snowblower for the first time this season and other neighbours are clearing snow from their driveways. The sound of
Published on December 16, 2021 08:26
December 12, 2021
What is the Gift? And Other Questions to Ponder.
What is the gift we should bring to the world? Judith Valente, How to Be: A Monk and a Journalist Reflect on Living & Dying, Purpose & Prayer, Forgiveness & Friendship Wasn’t I taught that it’s better to give than receive? Didn’t I do my best to teach my children to appreciate the joy that comes
Published on December 12, 2021 08:07
December 11, 2021
Something
We spend a pleasant evening with the neighbour’s home, sitting around a circle in the living room, nibbling treats, and conversing with one another. I’m not much for social gatherings, but I’m struck by the peace and relative normalcy of people in a similar demographic gathering together. We talk about all manner of things and,
Published on December 11, 2021 08:40
December 9, 2021
Something Different
Tomorrow will be a week since I posted here. Where on earth has the week gone? Makiya had no school on Monday and that turned the week topsy-turvy. I haven’t been overly busy, but there have been things that needed doing and I was out of the house more than I’d like to be getting
Published on December 09, 2021 16:45
December 3, 2021
The Anchor Holds / Friday’s Fave Five
We’re not going back. What was is no longer and won’t be again. It’s difficult to wrap one’s mind around it—at least it has been for me—but I’m there now. The sense of being trapped on a rollercoaster I didn’t choose to ride, careening on a course into the unknown, is more real today than
Published on December 03, 2021 07:51
November 29, 2021
A Grey Monday
The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost. E.M. Forster, Howards End It’s a grey day. The fog is low and I am home alone. It’s quiet, save for the sound of the King’s College Choir coming from my Bose speaker. I’m sipping yerba
Published on November 29, 2021 12:51
November 27, 2021
Upon Accidentally Watching the News
I accidentally watched the local news the other night. Well, “accidentally” may be a misnomer, but it came about because the girls were out at supper time. With just Gerry and me at home, we fell back into our old pattern of tuning in to the local news at 5:00. I had to walk away
Published on November 27, 2021 07:51
November 26, 2021
Friday Stew
It’s Friday, right? Right? Because some days I can’t keep anything straight. Case in point: I was looking forward to an appointment I had scheduled for 11:00 this morning but it turned out the appointment was yesterday and I missed it. It’s not the first time something like this has happened in my post-retirement days.
Published on November 26, 2021 12:56
November 24, 2021
I’m alright. I’m alright.
I’m a huge fan of the Christmas classic movie, It’s a Wonderful Life. Watching it solo is a holiday tradition because Gerry doesn’t appreciate it in the same way (imagine!). I missed seeing it last year because I just couldn’t muster my usual enthusiasm. This year? We’ll see. Anyway, I was thinking about Uncle Billy
Published on November 24, 2021 11:31
November 22, 2021
Monday Meandering
This morning I feel like whatever I write will be inadequate. To write something cheery seems an insult to those in British Columbia who are already dealing with loss from mudslides and flooding, and insensitive to those in the north who are waiting for a second atmospheric river to hit the province. It would be
Published on November 22, 2021 11:08


