I’m sitting in the Vancouver, B.C. airport—YVR—waiting for my next flight that will take me home to Saskatchewan. I’ve just enjoyed an overpriced sandwich and am sipping on a Starbucks. It’s almost like the old days. Young people are carrying on business on laptops and cell phones. I’m catching snippets of phrases that were once…
Yesterday, as I was driving home from an early morning appointment, I noticed most of the snow that fell a couple of weeks ago was gone. This morning we woke to white and, as of 2:30 p.m. when I’m writing this, it hasn’t stopped. What a difference a day makes. I’ve given myself the gift…
I was in my twenties the first time I got paid for my writing. I had submitted a poem (or poems?) somewhere and it (or they) were accepted for publication. I don’t remember what I submitted or who accepted them. What I do remember is receiving a cheque in the mail and using it to…
This morning, snow fell like small feathers; this afternoon, the sun is out-ish and the temperature is above zero. It’s a nice mix for a quiet Saturday. I wash bedding on Saturday morning, and decided to switch over to my winter duvet cover and flannel sheets today. It’s nice to change things up and I’m…
This week has passed at a comfortable pace. It’s a relief after a month of feeling like I had too many commitments. Looking back at a few things I’m grateful for this week with a Friday’s Fave Five post. It’s been two months since we brought Miss Molly home, but it feels like she’s been…
Just for yuks, I poked around in the archives of this blog this afternoon. It was interesting to see what was on my mind ten years ago around this time (my grandchildren) or on this day in 2008 (Westminster Abbey), the year I started this whole blogging gig. I time traveled through a number of…