On another gorgeous sunny big sky Saskatchewan afternoon, Makiya and I go to Regina for a bit of birthday shopping for her. It’s a gorgeous drive—about an hour from Caronport, where I pick her up at her home, to Regina. I’m smitten by the prairie scenery, of course. But more so by the conversation we
I’ve struggled to keep track of what day it was this week because of the New Year’s Day holiday which fell on Sunday but that was observed by many businesses on Monday. I can’t explain why, since it didn’t impact anything I did, but it seems any excuse to confuse my days, does. Maybe it
Living in Moose Jaw makes me happy and I feel at peace here. My heart is broken and I’m grieving the loss of my boy, Murphy. These first days of 2023 are paradoxical. I’m reminded of what Frederich Buechner wrote about the paradox of this life in Wishful Thinking. “The grace of God means something
It’s Boxing Day, one of my favourite days of the year. With no commitments and no meals to prepare, thanks to an abundance of leftovers, the day is one of rest involving a good book (I’m currently reading Mad Honey by Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Finney Boylan), a jigsaw puzzle, and snacks. Simply perfect. Yesterday,
What a week this has been! This morning, I’m taking time to breathe and look back at the blessings with a Friday’s Fave Five Post. An accepted offer. We were on our way home from church on Sunday when our realtor called. “An offer came in this morning,” he said. And this time it was
I can’t believe it’s Friday already. In fact, I didn’t realize it until I came across a FFF post in my reader. Okay then, let’s get going with another Friday’s Fave Five post. Oroweat Keto Tortillas. My daughter-in-love recommended these to me. I picked up a package at Costco this week and made quesadillas. They’re really
We’re not going back. What was is no longer and won’t be again. It’s difficult to wrap one’s mind around it—at least it has been for me—but I’m there now. The sense of being trapped on a rollercoaster I didn’t choose to ride, careening on a course into the unknown, is more real today than
It's the kind of day that was the norm at this time of year when we lived in the Pacific Northwest, but that we rarely experience here in arid Kamloops. The sky is gray, clouds are low, and raindrops dance in puddles on the sidewalk. The rain washes away memories of the endless smoky skies,
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
These are good days. Different, but good. We are adjusting to new routines that come from having our granddaughter, Makiya, with us and the changes have brought gifts. Just now, I'm sitting in a quiet house (well, except for our Yorkie, Maya, who has spotted someone walking outside and is letting me know about it).
A stellar jay lands on a chair on my deck. I stop chopping tomatoes and watch as he hops from the chair to the railing and back again. They he takes flight, and I lose sight of him through the morning glory growing on the lattice. He is the first of his kind I’ve seen