Over the last couple months I have developed a fondness for Tea. Black Tea, Chia Tea, oh, and especially any sort of herbal Tea, and of course Green Tea. I mean I liked tea before, but with these days and nights sort of streaming together, to liven up boring water, and it is very comforting. Plus, it distracts me from eating. I find sipping a … Continue reading Musings On The Misguided Buying Habits Of The Tea Deprived
Perhaps this shall be a weekly rant, just to ensure my brain doesn’t explode. Lately I’ve managed to maintain a smashing job of ignoring most of the chaos unfolding south of the 49th. Alas, I’m not completely immune, and, try as I may, ignorance to me tis not bliss. Certainly, I have made a genuine effort to ignore all punditry exposing the myriad of corruptions, … Continue reading Ignorance May Be Bliss, Cept When It Kills Ya, Then We Call It Something Else, But What Do I Know
This was actually a no-no, but remember once I went to work with ol’Rodger the Dodger, on the train, from London to central Detroit. The trains go through the scary tunnel that runs underneath the river. So, here I am on this freight train barrelling down the track towards an opening that as we quickly approach does not look like we’ll fit… he laughed and … Continue reading A Letter From A Poor Old Widow In Her Weeds
Had pancakes last night for dinner, pooled in good ol’Canadian Maple Syrup, with wads of butter. I’d found these two bags of the mix at the back of the cupboard, so on the last grocery run made sure I picked up some syrup. An early spring treat, a delicious seasonal indulgence. Another benefit to this lockdown, and my general loathing of having to venture out … Continue reading My Tips And Tricks Of How Not To Become A Jabba The Hutt, For Anyone Who May Still Give A
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” RACHEL CARSON, SILENT SPRING Continue reading Vernal Vibes Of Canadian Woodlands
Solitude I have learned… it energizes me. I’m more creative on my own, when I’m locked away in some secret garden… not outside the world, just hidden from the world. I dream of one day living on some plot of land, maybe with a little river or stream burbling by, with a sunny spot for a veggie plot. Live in a Tiny House, a place … Continue reading Oh, Ya, This Is Bringing Up Some Ghosts Of Grey For Me
You know, I look around me, and this space pleases me, brings me joy. The colours, the light, everything here is soothing and suits me. I have found that there is often a big difference between what I thought would make me happy, and what actually does. I mean, joy can be illusive. Course, if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t feel so good when it does … Continue reading Another Letter, Life In Lockdown Of Your Favourite Heathen Introvert, And A Life Hack
and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair Continue reading thinking of when i ride Rose again
All about finding all the good stuff lately, like really trying, searching for it, cause, god knows there is a heaping helping of bad just waiting to bite. So, the first, is that not wanting to just run to the grocery store when I have a craving for this that or that other thing, because of my more sedentary life the last few months since … Continue reading So Mom, Lex Is A #CuomoSexual
After washing my underwear in the sink, which BTW mom is very satisfying, and by doing most of my laundry in the sink on an as needed basis I don’t have to see people. WINNING. Now I shall spend the rest of my day daydreaming on the stoop, or we will. Yesterday spent the afternoon out there, watching Pika poke about all the things that … Continue reading A Strange Kinda Freedom In Lockdown, And A Puppy Dog On Guard For Me
The days now kind of just melt together, and I lose track of what day it is. Weekends have meant very little for some time, but now day and night have become interchangeable, merely long stretches of waking life, interspersed with long pauses for sleep. Mornings, try as I might to stay up later, well, mornings happen way too early. My schedule is all whacked … Continue reading So Mom, Let Me Tell Ya Bout The Great Arachnid Hunter And Other Pleasing Anecdotes For Fear
Blissful hermit isn’t exactly the way I’d describe my confinement, and any suggestion of that I may have given is bull poop on a Popsicle stick. As you well know, panic, anxiety and depression runs rampant throughout our family tree, on both sides of that 49th, twisting and tying us in knots, though some of us more than others. So, for me, keeping this anxiety … Continue reading A Letter To My Dead Mom Where I Tell Her About The COVIdiots And How I’ve Learned To Cope With Lockdown Anxiety
For months before my location closed and that part of my life ended, oh, how I had craved for some time to myself, to be the hermit again, relish my introvert, soothed by solitude. Now I find that I am sleeping longer, and this cocooning has been my guilty pleasure. As such my days have not changed all that much. I mean, I’ve languished in … Continue reading Between Panic And Calm, Love And Loathing, Us And Them, Healers And Hoarders, Is My Chihuahua
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