Elder Wisdom For A World Gone Mad

Well, it finally happened, discovered late in the morning yesterday that it was in fact Saturday. Surprisingly that was the first day I got confused. It did come as a bit of a surprise, as I was thinking Thursday, or possibly Friday, but not Saturday. Which means Friday was a blur, went by without notice… whooosh. I think I remember washing the floors in the … Continue reading Elder Wisdom For A World Gone Mad

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i love… earth under my fingernailsi love… shades of green on a spring dayi love… a fresh page in a 3-ring notebooki love… song of cardinals welcoming the dawni love… a bowl of tomato soup with lots of crackersi love… magic that hides in the shadows made by the lighti love… sunshine on my face after the dark days of winteri love… watching a puppy … Continue reading i love

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And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston

Unfollowing we will go, unfollowing we will go, heigh ho, bye bye get lost, Unfollowing we will go. I know this stuff wasn’t around when you were alive… never-the-less… just imagine if could curate the news, get rid of the things you didn’t want to see, add things you do, simply and instantly. That is sort of, kind of social media in a nutshell. Basically, … Continue reading And So We Go On A Weekly Wear Out The Pop-Goes-The-Weasel Walk To Euston

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A Peek At Where I Hang My Hats

On the stoop yesterday aft, productive day, as the doggo got a walko, and other things I needed to do, and we spent some quality time on the stoop. Watching the world go by, and while there is less of it, or less people, there are people. Actually, more people, but spaced out people throughout that day, going on their daily sanity stroll round the … Continue reading A Peek At Where I Hang My Hats

Musings On The Misguided Buying Habits Of The Tea Deprived

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

Ignorance May Be Bliss, Cept When It Kills Ya, Then We Call It Something Else, But What Do I Know

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

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A Letter From A Poor Old Widow In Her Weeds

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

My Tips And Tricks Of How Not To Become A Jabba The Hutt, For Anyone Who May Still Give A

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

Oh, Ya, This Is Bringing Up Some Ghosts Of Grey For Me

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

Another Letter, Life In Lockdown Of Your Favourite Heathen Introvert, And A Life Hack

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