Floundering in the Deep End

Monday’s I was on call, Tuesday’s I hit the pool, Wednesday was errand or appointment day, Thursday’s found me back at the pool for round 2 and Friday after work was drink time with friends. And now…

#Sundaystills shapes

The theme this week is geometry. Which lead me to right angle triangles and trigonometry and how that was NOT my thing. At all. But, and it’s a good but, my best friend totally got it. So much so that she taught it to me, one of many reasons I still love her. Not surprising that she ended up as a high school math teacher; one that students gave many accolades to.

Bittersweet supper

We had our first family supper last weekend. It was just as wonderful as one can imagine. The noise and motion that comes with 7 large dogs, 6 adults and 2 littles. It was so wonderful and yet, sadly, bittersweet.

The Mercury

As the mercury (well ok so we don’t use mercury any more but it sounds good) rises the thoughts swirl and toss around in the hot air.

Covid in the Rearview mirror

The names roll into my head long before the road sign shows what town is next. The new shingles here or the added grain bins there stand out in my mind. I’ve been on this same trip literally dozens of times. But not since the pandemic and that in itself is what makes it feel a bit like a foreign world.

#Sundaystills Right out My Door

I was going to skip this last week for a large number of reasons (and indeed may be already too late to link up) with the Sunday stills theme of the great outdoo

But…this week the theme was front and center at Nan’s house. I had enrolled my “littles” in at Timbernook for a session called “Little Wild Ones”.  This international outdoor school has a location literally right across the road from me; 1.5 km down a big hill. Our outdoor adventure included getting there.

Pause and Reflection

It was an unusual sort of day. Not due to the date but rather because of it.

Wordless Wednesday This Week

Tattered and torn

Hill Tops to the bottom

I sit here quietly on top of the hill. The wind rustles through the aspen grove and the meadowlark’s call seems forlorn today.

#SundayStills Summer Solstice 21

It’s long been “my thing” and I am teaching my grandchildren to stop and appreciate the sunsets as well.