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  • Constant, In the Face of Change

    Constant, In the Face of Change

    It’s early morning. Molly gifted both of us with a full night’s sleep and I stand, feeling relatively refreshed, looking out over the top of the window blind in our dining area. A crescent moon and Venus shine brightly in the southeastern sky. Constants. There’s a smattering of other lights—stars, or planets, or something else.…

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  • Friday’s Fave Four – September 22

    Taking the long way home. I was on the way home from dropping Gerry off at the gym one day this week, and needed a prairie fix. I took my usual route across the 9th Avenue bridge, but instead of turning right on Coteau, I kept going. It’s not far before neighbourhoods give way to…

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  • Tuesday Thoughts

    It must be (almost) fall because I’m nesting. It’s been a long time since I baked, but I’m browsing recipes and made a Starbucks copycat lemon loaf today. (Gerry deems the recipe to be “a keeper.”) There’s a piece of paper on my countertop with the start of a small grocery list. Icing sugar and…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – September 15

    Friday’s Fave Five – September 15

    This week has passed in a blur. I intentionally jotted thoughts on a sticky note on my desk to help me remember some of the highlights so I could do a Friday’s Fave Five post. Here are a few. Haflingers. Recently, I spent more than I ever dreamed on a pair of slippers to wear…

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  • I’m Over It

    I’m Over It

    I’m feeling a bit over, as in overextended, overwhelmed, overburdened, and really over the pain I’m dealing with in my foot. Nothing serious and nothing in particular just lots on my mind, plates in the air, and a 14-week-old puppy who is as sweet and cute as can be and who has turned out house…

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  • Apples

    Apples

    I just put an apple crisp in the oven. The aroma of baking apples is quintessential autumn to me. In previous years, I’d work my way through boxes of B.C. apples by making crisps, pies, applesauce, not to mention eating them raw and crisp. This morning, while I peeled apples, I reflected back on all…

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