We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told stories about trips my family took on such a road, though it was gravel not…
It’s early morning. Molly gifted both of us with a full night’s sleep and I stand, feeling relatively refreshed, looking out over the top of the window blind in our dining area. A crescent moon and Venus shine brightly in the southeastern sky. Constants. There’s a smattering of other lights—stars, or planets, or something else….
Last year at this time, we were sorting and packing in preparation for the big move from Kamloops to Moose Jaw. I snapped a photo of these broken Fiesta dishes that I had been hanging on to, thinking I might use them to make a mosaic of some sort one day. I decided it was…
It’s the last Friday of September, already; the month whizzed by in a blur. Oh, how I’m looking forward to October and a different pace—though I’ll have to make it intentionally so. I hate to use the “b” word but I can’t help but attach the busy label to the coming month as Gerry and…
Taking the long way home. I was on the way home from dropping Gerry off at the gym one day this week, and needed a prairie fix. I took my usual route across the 9th Avenue bridge, but instead of turning right on Coteau, I kept going. It’s not far before neighbourhoods give way to…
It must be (almost) fall because I’m nesting. It’s been a long time since I baked, but I’m browsing recipes and made a Starbucks copycat lemon loaf today. (Gerry deems the recipe to be “a keeper.”) There’s a piece of paper on my countertop with the start of a small grocery list. Icing sugar and…