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My girls are here this week! We haven’t been together since last summer and, let me tell you, the reunion is so, so sweet. It’s tough to pick just five favourites but I’ll give it a whirl. Hugs. From those first hugs when they arrived, to hugs in random moments throughout the day, holding my
Some weeks drag, others seem to pass by in the blink of a eye. This was one of the latter. (On that note, we seem to be moving through February at an equally swift pace. Strange, for a short month that usually seems so long.) Anyway, it’s time for Friday’s Fave Five—an opportunity to look
Toss a polar vortex in the middle of pandemic restrictions and you’ve got a string of pretty slow stay-at-home days. And yet I’m juggling a full-ish plate. The paradox is dizzying. Anyway, it’s time for another edition of Friday’s Fave Five and a look back at the week that was. New art supplies. I’m taking
That I am optimistic enough to attempt to pull together a post for Friday’s Fave Five this week is a statement in and of itself about the lifting of the metaphoric fog I’ve stumbled around in for months. As Martha would say, “It’s a good thing.” So here we go. A pedi. For years, going
I'm hunting hard to find five things for Friday's Fave Five this difficult week when the days all ran together. Let's see . . . Conversation. A week ago, on her day off work, my daughter and I chatted on the phone for a couple of hours, took a break, and then chatted for a
It’s been one of those weeks where the days all run together. New restrictions mean Gerry is at home unable to hike with his buddies and that’s hard for him. Me, I’m used to staying at home—it’s kind of my super power. But we’ve been intentional about going out for a short while every day
It’s Friday again—or is it already—and I consider pulling together another Friday’s Fave Five post but can’t muster the effort. It’s been a week. One of those weeks. A week that included a meltdown precipitated by lack of sleep, lack of routine, and no lack of overthinking. Throw in a dash of the news cycle,
I debate about whether to even attempt to pull together a Friday’s Fave Five post today because the week has been a blur, reminiscent of forty years ago when I had babies to care for. My world revolves around a tiny three pound Yorkie this week as we adjust to new routines. Gifts, delights, blessings,
Time has seemed to run in fits and starts this week as Gerry and I have been busy making plans and decisions and getting things done. As I sit here early on Friday morning and cast my mind back over the week that was, it is a blur. Trusting that as I put some thought
It was Thanksgiving on Monday and the week has felt discombobulated ever since. Even in retirement, a holiday feels like a missed step and it takes time to reorient oneself. Life these days feels like pushing through. It takes effort. This morning I’m pondering some deep things like joy and hope. Truth is, I’m running
Well, we slogged our way through another week (That’s how if feels. Just keeping it real.). Friday arrives fat with promise and intention to spend a day puttering at home. Seems like another good opportunity to look back at the week that was, because despite the weight that feels so heavy it was rich with