Gerry and I are home from Costco or, said differently, we survived Costco. There is no such beast in Moose Jaw; Regina, about 40 minutes east, is the closest one. We originally planned to go yesterday, but the weather was less than optimum for winter highway travel so we opted to stay home—and spent a…
Molly and I are up at 4 a.m. as is usual for us. I brew a mug of tea and take it to my woman cave. There, Molly goes back to sleep on my lap while I pray, read, and listen to Handel’s Messiah performed by the Cape Town Youth Choir. Two candles flicker on…
On Saturday, Gerry and I went to see the annual Christmas performance at nearby Briercrest College and Seminary in Caronport—a dramatic musical called A Christmas in Caron, 1942. It was inspired by the real-life story of Royal Air Force cadets who came to the Caron flight training school (about 25 minutes west of Moose Jaw)…
Some of you are coming down off a turkey high this morning. The rest of us are just doing Friday, having celebrated a low-key Canadian Thanksgiving back in October. I’m back at my desk in the woman cave, starting to put together my 2024 blog book. I’ve compiled all my posts in book format for…
The snow showed up—later than anticipated, but it’s here. I just stepped outside to capture a couple of images that, in a small way, depict what it’s like out there. What they don’t capture is the silence, broken only by the sound of a neighbour’s snowblower. Someone getting ahead of the white while it’s still…
We had a big dump of snow this week and are currently under a snowfall warning for the weekend. Though the calendar says otherwise, winter is most definitely upon us here in Saskatchewan. Just now, I’m sitting here in the wing chair in my woman cave listening to my Gregorian playlist on Amazon music while…