Gerry and I have been retired for seven years and have grown accustomed to every day feeling like Saturday (except for the retirement gift of not having to go to busy places on the weekend like grocery stores and the like). But now, with a granddaughter in residence, Saturday feels like Saturday again. I’m lingering,
Remember when I used to show up here early every morning? Yeah, me too. But those days are not these days. My morning quiet time is shorter now and there's only so much I can fit in. It's a changing season but it's all good. Today is Friday and I have nothing on my schedule.
It's 10:00 am. This morning I have: prayed laughed enjoyed a quiet cup of coffee when I was the only one awake in the house taken a shower and gotten dressed made the bed talked with Gerry about something important talked with Makiya about other important things blanched and froze green beans offered suggestions on
I'm waking up at my daughter's house this morning. This is a photo of a tree growing outside of her bedroom window. It's beautiful and a little gnarly. It shelters her sanctuary in a home that has served as a blessing and a place of healing since she moved there a few years ago. She
I’m in Prince George. Makiya and I drove up yesterday because she has an appointment with her orthodontist today. It’ll be the last one here; Laurinda will have to get her hooked up with one in Kamloops going forward. It’s a long drive and it rained the whole way. No complaints about the rain after
September is one of my favourite months and we’re midway through it already! In the spirit of embracing this month of transition (in many ways), I thought I’d consider the sensual things it is offering. I see . . . leaves on trees hinting of change the smiling face of our granddaughter a flock of
These are good days. Different, but good. We are adjusting to new routines that come from having our granddaughter, Makiya, with us and the changes have brought gifts. Just now, I'm sitting in a quiet house (well, except for our Yorkie, Maya, who has spotted someone walking outside and is letting me know about it).
A stellar jay lands on a chair on my deck. I stop chopping tomatoes and watch as he hops from the chair to the railing and back again. They he takes flight, and I lose sight of him through the morning glory growing on the lattice. He is the first of his kind I’ve seen
Makiya is off to school, Gerry just left for a hike, the pups are snoozing and I'm finally taking some time to write this post. The first week of school comes to an end today and we're all settling into new routines. It's been a good week—a different week—but one rich with good things. Time
Makiya rocks her first day of grade seven. After days of her asking to make sure I’ll pick her up afterwards, she walks toward me on the sidewalk at the end of the shortened first day with a new buddy. “This is my friend, Sawyer. Can we walk home together?” Turns out Sawyer lives at
I am not as young as I once was. It doesn’t trouble me, in fact, I embrace this season of my life full on. I wouldn’t trade these years for anything, but occasionally unexpected things look me in the face and say “you’re not a young woman any more.” Yesterday, I canned one last batch of