It's Monday—the last one in January and my birthday week. After a slow and gloomy weekend, our granddaughter is in good health and rose early to make her own healthy breakfast and lunch to kick off a good day. Gerry's happy to have the opportunity to return to the gym after recent closures, so he
It's Wednesday and it's raining. Yes, raining. The deep freeze of a couple of weeks ago has passed and we're facing a string of rainy days. The good news is that it's mild outside. The not-so-good news is that it's also a slushy mess. Nonetheless, it's a relief after the cold. One of our eaves
On this the last day of the year, it seems fitting to take a literal look back at some ordinary days of 2021 with twelve photos and a few memories. We welcomed the start of the year with a mild January. We went outside and took the dogs for walks on balmy afternoons. We did
I dream I’m in the little bungalow I grew up in on 7th Avenue. I’m downstairs in, what we called the rumpus room, but in my dream I refer to it as the rec room. It hasn’t been used for a while and I’m tidying up because I’m hosting a gathering (which, if you know
The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost. E.M. Forster, Howards End It's a grey day. The fog is low and I am home alone. It's quiet, save for the sound of the King's College Choir coming from my Bose speaker. I'm sipping yerba
This morning I feel like whatever I write will be inadequate. To write something cheery seems an insult to those in British Columbia who are already dealing with loss from mudslides and flooding, and insensitive to those in the north who are waiting for a second atmospheric river to hit the province. It would be
I debated about whether to even attempt a Friday's Fave Five post today. It's been a difficult week for British Columbia due to mudslides and floods, and for all of us everywhere because that's just the way it is right now. I feel the burden and in some respects, it seems frivolous—and perhaps even insensitive—to
The first fluffy flakes have fallen, and the driveway has been shoveled for the first time this season. Gerry and I, out and about on an early morning errand, encounter a pickup truck coming toward us with its lights flashing, warning us of something ahead. We brake, and slide, and come upon a young man
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
Well, I did it. I put up our two non-traditional trees, one in the living room and the other in the snug (aka den). Later, when the day gets dark too early, the glow of the white LED lights will warm the rooms. Cue the hygge. It'll look something like this (I captured this image
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