We curl up in the living room in the morning—me with a mug of yerba mate and her with a mug of soy milky frothy chocolatey coffee, and enjoy mother-daughter conversation for an hour or so. When we've exhausted every topic (well, almost, and only for the time being) I head to the kitchen to
Yesterday was a holiday here in Canada so it's a Friday that feels like a Monday. This, after turning the clocks back last weekend and it's a recipe for discombobulation. Seems like a good time to look back at the week that was and find things to be thankful for with another edition of Friday's
I finally tended to the carrots we harvested from our backyard garden many weeks ago. They've been resting on the back deck waiting for me to get a burst of energy and turn my attention to them. This morning I brought them in, washed, and chopped some for soup and others for munching, and the
I'm having a quiet, albeit busy, Monday morning. With Makiya at school, Laurinda and work, and Gerry out hiking, it's just me, Maya, Murphy (who, incidentally, joined our family one year ago today), and a pretty kitty named Chica who is still adjusting to being a Kamloopsian. Earlier, the dogs and the cat declared a
We spend a beautiful afternoon together at the Adams River salmon run. Every school kid in Kamloops visits the salmon run and learns about the incredible life cycle of salmon. The first time I took Laurinda, she was ten days old and tucked in a Snugli on my chest. For Makiya, this is something new.
In the morning, I catch up on Story Circle Network business while Gerry runs errands, then we spend a chunk of the day organizing and rearranging. I make an apple pie, because that’s what you do in October, and while it bakes I brew a cup of soy milky frothy coffee (my first of the day) and
It’s early. I’m the only one up and I’m relishing these moments of quiet before the busy day ahead. Murphy is wrapped in a blanket and snoozing in my arms. I’m surrounded by boxes and things waiting to be loaded into the U-Haul parked in our daughter’s driveway. I’m debating whether or not I should
When someone asks you where you come from, the answer is your mother. . . I did love my mother, but I didn’t know how much until she was gone. Anna Quindlen, One True Thing We talked on the phone almost every day. I’d call her or she’d call me and we’d chat about nothing
As I lift my favourite mug toward my mouth the handle breaks, spilling soy milky frothy coffee all over myself. That’s a troublesome way to start the day but maybe it reinforces my intention to stop with the soy milky frothy elixir first thing every morning. Maybe. Worth pondering. I’m starting a 16:8 intermittent fasting
Gerry and I have been retired for seven years and have grown accustomed to every day feeling like Saturday (except for the retirement gift of not having to go to busy places on the weekend like grocery stores and the like). But now, with a granddaughter in residence, Saturday feels like Saturday again. I’m lingering,
Remember when I used to show up here early every morning? Yeah, me too. But those days are not these days. My morning quiet time is shorter now and there's only so much I can fit in. It's a changing season but it's all good. Today is Friday and I have nothing on my schedule.