I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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I’ve got a pot of potato soup simmering on the stove for lunch. It smells delicious (there’s bacon in it, so how could it not?). Bacon’s good, but I don’t like cooking it. Apart from the fact that it’s messy,…
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What’s Stopping You?
It’s Tuesday morning. Gerry will be home from the gym in about a half hour, and we’ll enjoy a bowl of homemade chicken soup and a game of chess. This afternoon, we’ll take Molly to get her nails cut and,…
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Going Analog
I pull up in front of Shoppers Drug Mart and before I can get out of the car, spy a gentleman coming out of the store with a crossword puzzle book in hand. As he walks, he tucks the sales…
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This Morning
This morning I And then it was 9:30 and I moved forward into the rest of the day.
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Soup’s On!
It’s late Sunday afternoon and the first day of September. My weather app says it’s 28C / 82F but, let’s be honest, 28C in September isn’t the same as 28C in July. There’s a little sumpin’ sumpin’ in the air…
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Case Closed
We decide to explore a bit more of our beautiful province and head toward Ogema, about an hour and a half southeast of Moose Jaw. Gerry wants to check out the Southern Prairie Railway and I’m always up for a…