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  • Weekend Randomness

    Weekend Randomness

    I’m tired. Bone-weary tired. Have I mentioned that lately? Smoke from wildfires has blown in, ushering in gray days that do little to help my weariness. It’s either time to push through or give in. The jury’s still out. We ordered pizza for supper last evening. We had a free one thanks to rewards at…

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  • A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    A Sweet, and Ordinary, Saturday in May

    Gerry slips out early, and brings back coffee and breakfast sandwiches which we enjoy while planning the day. I propose a trip to a small vendor and garden show (which ultimately takes us farther down the road to a pottery sale). He is eager to get back to installing our rain barrel but agrees to…

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  • Not a Bad Gig

    Not a Bad Gig

    This is the view from my car every afternoon around 3:25 p.m. when I join the line of cars waiting to pick up kiddos from school, now and for the foreseeable future. Caronport is about a 20-minute drive from Moose Jaw. Every weekday afternoon I am presented with a choice: go up memory-laden Main Street…

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  • Childhood

    Childhood

    I am sitting on a plastic chair in the waiting room at my granddaughter’s orthodontist. There are a handful of others occupying the same kind of chair spaced around the room; most of them are looking down at their phones. Only one man, wearing an orange reflective vest and who I estimate to be close to…

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  • A Windy Monday

    A Windy Monday

    The prairie wind is a-blowin’ today and that, paired with a mild temperature, is doing a job on getting rid of the snow. It’s tempting to believe spring is right around the corner but it’s not, of course. Will we have another blast of winter in the form of bone-chilling cold and blowing snow before…

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  • A Simple Happy Afternoon

    A Simple Happy Afternoon

    It’s a lovely way to spend a gray afternoon in mid-January. Having spent part of the morning menu planning, I head for a leisurely trip to the grocery store to pick up a few things. It’s the first time I’ve gone alone since we moved, so I take the opportunity to go slow and browse—but…

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  • Prairie Peace

    Prairie Peace

    In the morning, we go out to run errands, and when we get home and I open the door leading from the garage into the laundry room, I expect to see my tiny dog Murphy waiting to greet me. Every time I get ready to go out, I pause, asking myself if I need to…

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