Dare I Dream?

Dare I dream that the green on the back lawn will grow larger with each passing day till it takes over and the white is nothing more than a memory? Dare I dream that this year will be different from the last and the slippery slope will level off so we can move on not

Just an Ordinary Day

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

Still Heavy. Still Hopeful.

I’m working on a project I started at this time last year but had to set aside for the sake of my mental health. It’s a long work looking back at 2020 from the perspective of a retired grandmother (aka: moi). I’m revisiting blog posts, journal entries, and the like. It’s heavy work. I’m struck

Do You Hear What I Hear?

It’s Monday. The first day of the first week of the new year but it doesn’t feel like Monday. New Years Day was on Saturday so today is a quasi-holiday and while I’m hungry for routine, we’re not there just yet. At least we’re past the turkey-eating stage and there’s just a few more shortbread

Now

Now it is 2022. I rise early and settle in on the sofa in the den with Murphy and a big, beautiful mug of soy milky frothy coffee (I’ll get back on the intermittent fasting and Yerba mate wagon next week). It’s a morning like any other save for evidence that Daughter and Granddaughter might

2021. The Year in Review

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

As The Year Winds Down

Traditionally, I use the last week of the year to clean up loose ends, tidy up, look back, and plan for a fresh start in the coming year. Years ago, when I was still working and many people were out of the office during this week, a reduction in the number of meetings and a

A Grey Monday

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