Tag: place
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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
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
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 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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Place, People, and Prairie
At some point, the way some people visit family starts to look different. I was young—in my twenties—when my parents died within 18 months of each other and the shift started for me. Not everyone gets it, but visiting the grave of someone who was once part of my life (or history, in the case…