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.
I’m taking a week off from blogging, friends. I really need a week to get organized. Get my house in order. Literally and figuratively.
Learning to cope with retirement helped me develop skills to cope with the pandemic. Including perfecting the art of just sitting around.
We get knocked down, but we can get up again. Hopefully. With lots of love and support. And guts and determination. And a great sense of humour.
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