The effects of going grey are like ripples when you throw a stone in a pond. They extend way beyond where the stone originally landed.
We’re having a fantasy book party in my backyard today. With lots of good food and great conversation. And then we’ll be kicking back for an old fashioned, down-east lobster boil. Want to join us?
I’ve gone grey. It has been an interesting journey; one that I am very happy I made. Now I just have to get used to the new me in the mirror each day.
We are reliving some of our former trips these days. Like the three weeks in 2017 spent in Argentina. Including this adventure.
We loved our trip to Italy. But most of all we loved taking the roads less travelled. Away from the tourist hot spots and the crowds
This week we’re travelling. Camping in the Ottawa Valley. And as we sit by the campfire we’ll be waxing nostalgic about other trips we’ve taken.
We having a backyard book club party this summer, and you’re invited. A fantasy party, of course, with good food, cold drinks, and lots of book chat.
You know, sometimes something we hate may look like a chore, but with a little attitude adjustment we can convince ourselves it’s fun.
2020 has been all about change. Social change, and personal change, big, or small and inconsequential. We’re all facing changes. And I think we’re coping by making it up as we go along.
Musing about tea and books. Telling some lazy tea-making stories, and chatting about what I’m reading, and what else I’ve been up to these days.
What’s next? How do we keep the ball in play after all the Black Lives Matter protests and the flurry of social media posts?
Hubby is heading off into the wild green yonder this week. Continuing a love affair with the wilderness that has lasted six decades.
I struggled to write about the events in the US this past week. What to say? How to begin? And so I looked to a former student to help me make a start.
Now that many of us have bad hair, aka Covid hair, and we can’t do much about that, the pertinent question becomes: “What to wear with bad hair?”
So impending birthdays, too much isolation, and too much hot and humid weather is enough to make anyone feel lethargic. Even me, the great cheer-er-upper.
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