Friday, January 19, 2018

I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.

Henry Fielding

I spend the morning in the woman cave catching up on—and getting ahead of—a few things, but not tending to what I really want to tend to. I need a healthy dose of that intention I’ve been talking about.

After lunch, we head out.

We stop at Starbucks for coffee because I’m dead dog tired an in need of caffeine, then head for the hills. Gerry wants to scope out an area for snowshoeing and I’m happy to tag along on this sunny springlike afternoon.

It’s a perfect day for a drive. I sip my smoked butterscotch latte and take in the scenery as we drive in companionable silence toward the potential snowshoe area.

Gerry determines that the warm weather means the snowshoe will become a hike instead, and we head back toward town. A pack of dogs runs across the road startling us. I think, at first, that they’re wild but Gerry sees a man standing next to a vehicle in the rear view mirror. I’ve no idea how, or even if, he will manage to get all those dogs in his truck.

We stop at the green grocer for apples then head home. Still tired, I settle in to my favourite chair to read for a while. First, I browse the real estate listings on my iPad and find that the house we lived in when my kids were young is for sale. I send them the listing and we have a group chat about how much it’s changed, what’s the same, and how it was a great house at one time.

Then supper—leftovers from the freezer—and a quiet evening watching the TV program we were too tired to finish the night before.

It’s a good day. It’s a good life. Simple happy.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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