It’s December 31st at 8 pm as I write this. Gerry is in the living room with Maya watching a hockey game. I’m propped up in bed tapping out these words on my iPad and missing having my little buddy beside me. It’s been a quiet day. We went to the storage locker and, with…
January 7, 2020 – December 29, 2022 My sweet boy, Murphy, died peacefully in his sleep last night. He was a tiny dog with special needs—fragilein many ways and mighty in others. No one could have predicted how long Murphy would live. Howeverlong, it would have not been enough. He was well loved and loving,…
In recent years, I’ve gotten in the habit of leaving the non-traditional trees up until the end of January—or even later—appreciating the ambiance and extra light during the dark weeks. This year, I decide to put themaway and get to a semblance of Moose Jaw normal as we continue to adjust after the move. And so…
It’s Boxing Day, one of my favourite days of the year. With no commitments and no meals to prepare, thanksto an abundance of leftovers, the day is one of rest involving a good book (I’m currently reading Mad Honey by Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Finney Boylan), a jigsaw puzzle, and snacks. Simply perfect. Yesterday, we woke…
After an appointment downtown, Gerry and I head to Superstore to pick up some last minute Christmasthings. Ordinarily,mi wouldn’t go to the grocery store on the Friday before Christmas (because crowds), but this is no ordinary year as we continue settling into our new home. As we’re driving into the parking lot, wespot our daughter driving…
The outdoor temperature gauge in my car reads -30C (that’s -22F) when I join the line of cars filled withparents picking up their kids at the school in Caronport. Many more kids are bundled up and walking to their home in the village than are being picked up—this is Saskatchewan, after all. They know how to…