I don’t know where this week has gone. Discombobulated, given the Labour Day holiday, and, in a sense, a short week (though in retirement there’s really no such thing as a short week). Still, it’s felt a little upside-down. I harvested the last of the tomatoes this week in light of threats of frost not…
It’s a beautiful Labour Day here in Saskatchewan, and by beautiful, I mean wet. It’s the rainiest day we’ve had all summer, and it’s glorious. Sadly, it’s smoky too. Even more sad, this seems to have become the norm. For the time being, I’m focusing solely on the gift of rain that we need so…
Someone asked me yesterday if I was doing anything special for the long weekend. Long weekend? I suppose there is one coming up—and one that marks a return to routine that even us older folks still feel and appreciate. But one of the great gifts of retirement is that the only thing long weekends mean…
I’m tired. I’ll just start off with that because that’s my overriding feeling right now. I’m thankful that Miss Molly slept well from the first night we brought her home—no issues there at all. A lack of sleep is not the reason I’m tired. It’s the constant go, go, go that having a puppy requires….
I must be getting old. My feet are killing me and I fear my perennial barefoot days might be coming to an end. I’m just back from an unsuccessful shopping trip for a pair of soft memory foam slippers which did nothing to improve the situation. Browsing Amazon now. Thank goodness for Amazon. I stopped…
Supper’s simmering (skillet dinner for the win), Gerry’s watching the Olympics, and baby Molly is napping. I’m taking advantage of a few quiet minutes to write a blog post and share a few things that are on my mind. Thing 1. I started following Karen’s Over the Backyard Fence not long after I joined the…