I’m getting close to the final stretch of my 365 blog posts. I only need 37 more posts to reach it. There have been some stumbles. Some dry patches. But I’m still going. It’s more like a marathon than I realized. You start off full of energy and hopeful. As you get further along you…
New Year’s Eve was like Christmas Eve. It was just Deb and me, this year. We briefly entertained the idea of going out for New Year’s Eve at the beginning of the month. Our friend Shari was going to be performing at a New Year’s Eve bash. Unfortunately, people like us didn’t sign up soon…
The last couple of months have been stumbles for me. In terms of blog posting. November was bad enough. I only did about half the posts that I should have. And December was worse! I thought I’d catch up on my posting since most of my commitments were finishing up at the beginning of the…
For the first time in thirty-two years, Deb and I will be spending Christmas Eve without any of our children. That’s not bad. Considering that each of our kids are either married or are in serious relationships. There are other family schedules and traditions to honour. And if the other families have more than one…
Can we do it all? All the things we want to do? All the things we want to try? No. Obviously. There’s not enough time in the day. But… We can do more than we settle for. This December has not been productive for me. I’ve been slacking off with my blog posting. I’ve got…
Why can’t I restrain myself when I go to an all you can eat place? It’s like my mind short circuits. I go into goldfish mode, and I eat until I’m ready to burst. So much food. It was sushi. I have a weakness for it. I need a better strategy the next time I…
In our choir, we have lots of sopranos and altos. And up until this session, we had a good number of tenors. But we’ve always had a scant amount of basses. Usually three. And one of them is me. So, it’s more like two and a half. At the beginning of each session, we’d gain…
I still have to stop and think about my internal age versus my physical age. Inside, I feel like I’m twenty-five. But it’s weird to feel that way now that my youngest child is twenty-six. It doesn’t compute. Of course, looking at photos usually brings the illusion crashing down, also. I’m not graceful. So, aging…
When I told Deb that I only wanted about an inch or so left for my next hair cut, she laughed. You only have an inch or so right now, she told me. I guess I’m not a good judge of hair length. So, she cut my hair down to half an inch. Or so.…
A couple of months ago, I received a copy of Creativity: A Short and Cheerful Guide by John Cleese. My aunt Jenni sent it to me. First, it was lovely to receive mail. It’s so unusual these days. Not just because Canada Post is on strike. Second, it was wonderful to hear from my aunt…
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