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  • Projects. I Like Them.

    Projects. I Like Them.

    Some of you are coming down off a turkey high this morning. The rest of us are just doing Friday, having celebrated a low-key Canadian Thanksgiving back in October. I’m back at my desk in the woman cave, starting to put together my 2024 blog book. I’ve compiled all my posts in book format for…

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  • An October Whirlwind

    An October Whirlwind

    It’s been a hot minute since I posted here. The October wind has blown literally, making sticks of trees that were arrayed in golden splendour a few weeks ago, and metaphorically in terms of lots going on. I’m ready for a long string of ordinary. Let’s see. Gerry had cataract surgery on both eyes two…

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  • Letter Writing

    Letter Writing

    I’ve got a pot of potato soup simmering on the stove for lunch. It smells delicious (there’s bacon in it, so how could it not?). Bacon’s good, but I don’t like cooking it. Apart from the fact that it’s messy, the heavy smell sticks around for a long time afterward and I don’t like that.…

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  • Do You See What I See?

    Do You See What I See?

    In the morning, I spend time in the garden. I pull lettuce that has bolted; pop one, two, then three Tiny Tim tomatoes in my mouth; water, pick the last sour cherries from the tree; pull a few weeds, and generally tidy things up. It’s pleasant to be out there now that the heat has…

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  • The Growing Season

    The Growing Season

    I pick the few remaining pea pods and pull the yellowing vines. Is it my imagination, or was the yield much less than past years? I stop telling myself that the sorry looking green bean plants will produce anything and pull every sad looking plant from the bed, leaving it looking sad and barren. Two…

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  • Joy Sparkers Abound

    Joy Sparkers Abound

    What a great week it’s been. I was inspired to jot down a few things that have sparked joy in me the past couple of days and thought I’d share it here. A good haircut (at last!). Seeing and hearing kids playing outside and wearing shorts and t-shirts. Flocks of Canada Geese returning from their…

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  • Joy Sparkers Abound

    Joy Sparkers Abound

    What a great week it’s been. I was inspired to jot down a few things that have sparked joy in me the past couple of days and thought I’d share it here. A good haircut (at last!). Seeing and hearing kids playing outside and wearing shorts and t-shirts. Flocks of Canada Geese returning from their…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – December 8

    Friday’s Fave Five – December 8

    One year ago today, Gerry and I became Moose Jaw residents fulfilling my fifty-year-old dream of returning to Saskatchewan. Sometimes, I can scarce believe I’m a Moose Javian again. This morning sitting at my desk, I’m looking out over a landscape that is devoid of snow. It’s been unseasonably warm and what little snowfall we…

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  • Old Wives

    Old Wives

    We’re driving toward a place where I haven’t been for 55-ish years. I don’t know exactly where it is, and it’s unlikely I’ll recognize it when and if we get there. The road undulates, like the surrounding countryside. I’ve told stories about trips my family took on such a road, though it was gravel not…

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  • Friday’s Fave Five – September 29

    Friday’s Fave Five – September 29

    It’s the last Friday of September, already; the month whizzed by in a blur. Oh, how I’m looking forward to October and a different pace—though I’ll have to make it intentionally so. I hate to use the “b” word but I can’t help but attach the busy label to the coming month as Gerry and…

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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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  • 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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