According to Ernest Hemingway, “in order to write about life, first you must live it.” So writing about life means making time to just live.
I have never enjoyed lying in the sun tanning. I only burned. Plus these days tanning is risky. But, I still like the look of a bit of tan.
Hubby and I went camping recently. It was not our best trip. But it was an eye-opening trip, one that triggered changing perspectives for us.
I’m hoping that if all goes well in the next few weeks, we will see the beginning of the end of pandemic life as we have come to know it.
Turning sixty-five last week felt like crossing the Rubicon. And entering the country of old age. But maybe I’m overthinking again.
I’m reading about trash this week, my friends. What is trash and what is treasure in this big old wasteful world of ours.
Here’s all the homefront news on this beautiful Tuesday, friends. We’re gardening, fishing, reading, and staying in touch with loved ones.
On this Star Wars Day, 2021, here’s my report of the state of my world. A little food chat, some physics, and a bit of fashion.
Today I’m writing about what we’ve been up to. Or stuff up to which we’ve been. Walking, blogging, reading. Our regular pandemic pastimes.
In these crazy, chaotic, angry times we all need a little kindness.
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