After tapping out a newsy post here yesterday, I wonder if I’ll have anything to say for Friday’s Fave Five. It’s a challenge to look for little moments that spark joy and gratitude sometimes. I am sitting here with a freshly brewed mug of tea (Mother’s Little Helper from David’s Tea), Steve Bell playing on…
Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…
I’m tired. I’ll just start off with that because that’s my overriding feeling right now. I’m thankful that Miss Molly slept well from the first night we brought her home—no issues there at all. A lack of sleep is not the reason I’m tired. It’s the constant go, go, go that having a puppy requires….
It’s gray. Clouds this time, not smoke, but the effect is similar. There’s a slight chance of rain tonight and tomorrow. It’s dry here in Saskatchewan and we could really use the rain. I fear whatever falls won’t be nearly enough, though. Gerry and I are just back from a walk in the Wakamow Valley,…
It’s Saturday afternoon, and we’re just back from walking in the Wakamow Valley. Gerry was there earlier on an inaugural wander with a few folks on what he hopes is the start of a Moose Jaw hiking club (Who saw that one coming?). Moose Jaw is holding its annual Sidewalk Days event, which translates into…
We walk trails—both new and familiar—wandering in mostly silence, being present in this place. It is hot and I wish I had brought my water bottle stead of leaving it in the car. We stop to rest on a weathered wooden bench—or rather, I do. He could walk for hours without feeling winded, but makes…