Category: Life
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An October Whirlwind
It’s been a hot minute since I posted here. The October wind has blown literally, making sticks of trees that were arrayed in golden splendour a few weeks ago, and metaphorically in terms of lots going on. I’m ready for a long string of ordinary. Let’s see. Gerry had cataract surgery on both eyes two…
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Now It Is October
Now it is October, a transitional month. Some days are warm and sunny and I pull on capri pants and slide bare feet into Birks. Other days, I wear socks and slip into a long-sleeved sweater to keep away the chill. There are still beets in the garden. Carrots too, but not many. I pull…
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Letter Writing
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, the heavy smell sticks around for a long time afterward and I don’t like that.…
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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, perhaps, wander around the beautiful Wakamow Valley, where fall colours are at a peak, with…
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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 receipt between the pages of the publication and there’s something about the book and the…
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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 that tells you the dog days of summer are behind us. I’m sitting in the…
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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 visual feast of prairie scenery. It turns out to not be what he expected, but…
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One
Most Sunday mornings, you’ll find Gerry and me in downtown Moose Jaw in a beautiful century old church building, called St. Aidan, with a body of local believers. Together we pray, give attention to God’s word by reading and listening to scripture, listen to a short homily, and receive the Eucharist. Anglican services are steeped…
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Taking Up My Life Again
We enjoy a few days visiting with my cousin; his significant other and now our new dear friend; and a little puppy named Ebony who becomes fast friends with Molly. It takes a few hours for Molly to warm up to the newcomer, but before long she finds the opportunity to play with someone her…
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Change Is In the Air
The weather gauge in our backyard reads 3C / 37F when I get up. One degree lower than it was yesterday morning. We’ve been chewing on the idea of doing a Costco run to Regina today and I chew on it a bit more while sipping my morning tea—brewed while it’s still dark outside, I…
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Do You See What I See?
In the morning, I spend time in the garden. I pull lettuce that has bolted; pop one, two, then three Tiny Tim tomatoes in my mouth; water, pick the last sour cherries from the tree; pull a few weeds, and generally tidy things up. It’s pleasant to be out there now that the heat has…