I just chatted with Luke. He’s been watching the Olympics. It’s that time again, isn’t it? My cold, thus far, is pretty mild. The sore throat has been replaced with some hoarseness (I now have my Marge Simpson voice), a bit of a cough, and a slightly runny nose. I stayed home from church. Andi… Read More Should We Hold on Loosely?
I somehow managed to catch a cold. The scratchiness in my throat, accompanied by a little cough began last night. Today, it continues. I’m tired and achy, but I attribute those symptoms more to my recent ice and snow removal labor and the lack of sleep I got last night. When I awoke at 1:30… Read More Tired
Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos was the book I found myself cozying up with at teatime. The ten pages of the introduction (Peterson calls it the “Overture”) are marked with a dozen little Post-It Notes. I figured I’d try to deal here with the paragraphs that I marked, but I… Read More Happiness is Overrated
It’s one of those days in which I can’t seem to accomplish much. Tomorrow will be worse. It’s 9:30 p.m. I have a memory card to download but little else. Maybe I’ll resort to the strategy I used yesterday, killing two birds with one stone: digging up inspiration and removing another tab from my browser.… Read More Round and Round
I don’t know why it bothers me so, but seeing more than a dozen tabs marching along the top of my browser screen makes me antsy. I want to close them all but am lucky if I can get through a day without adding more to the lineup. Right now, 21 tabs are stationed from… Read More A Bit of Housecleaning
My mother liked it when I tackled a closet, the basement, or the pantry back home. She thought I had a knack for organizing stuff. I guess she was right to a certain extent, but I have to wonder if I really am good at it since things never stay organized for long and whenever… Read More Between the Past and Present
Yesterday, I made time for Count Alexander Ilych Rostov, reading a chapter in A Gentleman in Moscow before two in the afternoon. It gets more intriguing with each page I turn. On page 72, the Count has a lovely little conversation about school (of which I am not a fan), with his nine-year-old friend, Nina:… Read More Three Books
My days begin slowly, and I’m very thankful for that. I sleep late, but not as late as the kids. Besides, since we got Andi, by eyes have been opening and staying that way anywhere between 7:00 and 8:00. I had to take a nap yesterday. But I’ve gotten a bit off track. As I… Read More I Tend to Meander