Month: May 2023

  • Friday’s Fave Five – May 19

    Friday’s Fave Five – May 19

    It’s early Friday morning. The smoke we were under has dissipated and the sky is clear; we’re in for a great day. Makiya doesn’t have school today and it feels a bit like Saturday. Funny how one small change in routine creates such ripples. I’m tired. Bone weary tired. I feel it in my body…

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  • A Pair of Old Shoes and a Prairie Dream

    A Pair of Old Shoes and a Prairie Dream

    Sharing this piece I wrote for my writing group. 🙂 We’re given a visual prompt: a pair of well-worn shoes on the bottom of a shoe rack at a fitness studio that have been there for the past month. My guess is they were left by someone who came for a class in mid to…

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  • Water, Water, Everywhere

    Water, Water, Everywhere

    Well, not really. I’ve been thinking about water conservation lately. It’s natural, I suppose, now that we’re paying for utilities (as opposed to having them included in our strata fees in B.C.), and water is expensive in Saskatchewan. This is a farming province and rain is precious; it seems wrong to waste. Especially, given the…

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  • A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to…

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  • Cousin Connections

    Cousin Connections

    Yesterday, as I was looking through a bin of old photos for pictures of my mom, I came across some taken of my cousins here in Moose Jaw a lifetime ago. These two are the only cousins I have real childhood memories of; we lost touch, for the most part, after my family left Saskatchewan.…

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  • Just A Quiet Day

    Just A Quiet Day

    It’s cooler today, and cloudy, or maybe it’s fog. No matter. This too shall pass. I’ve already fallen behind in weeding the beds on the perimeter of our yard and those lining our front driveway. Gerry took a pass a few days ago. They need more work. I confess I care more about vegetable gardening…

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