It’s a quiet day around the old homestead as we ease into the first day/week/month of a brand new shiny year. I was up at absurdly early thirty with Molly, who decided that, since she couldn’t stay up to ring in the new year, she’d wake up a few hours after it dawned. I did…
Gerry is watching Jr. hockey on TV in the living room and Molly is sitting on his lap and enjoying a collagen chew. What to do? What do do? I thought of going into my woman cave and reading or writing this blog post or doing some much-needed tidying and organizing, but it’s cold in…
As 2023 winds down, I can’t help but look back with gratitude at the past twelve months living here in Moose Jaw, the fulfillment of a half-century held dream of mine. It wasn’t a perfect year; they never are. There are always tears. Always struggles. Always sorrow. But, if we can come to the end…
It’s always fun at the end of the year to look back at the books that have captivated me in the past twelve months. Books that I enjoyed so much I can remember where I was when I was reading parts of them; that I was sorry when they ended; that I may return to…
At this time of the year, mornings are dark; sunrise was at 9:02 a.m. this morning. On Christmas morning, we were struck with the setting full moon in the west. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such a thing before—a full bright moon disappearing on the horizon—and it was quite magnificent. So magnificent, in…
Christmas Day was quiet, slow, simple, and easy. Quite wonderful, in fact. We exchanged a few gifts, nothing extravagant or unexpected. I feel like we have crossed a threshold and can unapologetically (and finally) choose minimal for the season and Christmas Day itself. Gerry made his signature crepes. We worked on a jigsaw puzzle in…