Rock Bottom?

Like everyone else I had no concept that pandemics dragged on and on and on and on and on….

We all want “normal” back but I feel like we are a bloody long way from it. Like the health care workers I am discouraged at our lack of progress in managing this disease. Like 80% of people in my province I am ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED at the leadership who only care about economic growth. I am saddened that the vaccination rates are SO SO SO SO low in huge parts of our province. I’ve given up emailing politicians. At this point it’s just keep a low profile, wear a mask (like seriously people it’s not bloody hard) and assess every last activity to ensure its not exposing those I love to risks that aren’t worth it.

The death toll climbs. The average age of deaths is dropping steadily. Pediatric patients are dying, children the age of my grandchildren. This has got to be rock bottom right?

Between Covid and climate change it really does feel like we are going to hell in a hand basket. It also feels like there is so little that one person can do to make a difference. Any one out there have a good ideas on how to stay positive in a time of such negativity? I could use a dose of silver lining about now.

Bernie

#Sundaystills Touched by Pink

Touched by cancer

It’s not a gentle caress

Touched by cancer

How we wish it wasn’t so

Touched by cancer

It’s a rough journey

Touched by cancer

How we wish for control

Good things will happen

I check the calendar regularly. Below it sits the “to do” list, which even in semi retirement, I can’t seem to let go of. Today, for some reason, my eyes strayed to the words beside the pictures on the calendar.

Today’s The Day

Today is the day that we all need to stop and think. Not about how thankful we are (although that is very important as well) but about how we are.

#WOYP Birch & Jowls anyone?

Sometimes we have to step outside of our comfort zone.  Assess and manage the risks and then go for it. That’s what we did yesterday.

A small dot //In a red chair

There is nothing like spending time in an ancient gorge to make you realize that our time on earth is a drop in the bucket. Our lives but a small dot compared to that majesty of the earth.

My Boy Scout

We are definitely not morning people. So after a nice relaxing start to the day we packed lunch and headed out the door. It wasn’t warm and fresh snow adorned the mountains.

Back up slowly..

We I reviewed the basic guidelines and off we went. Little did we know that we’d have to actually put those into use.

Re Made with Love, Yet Again

It seems that my re-made-with-love repairs didn’t stand the test of time. So 5 years later I set out once again on the path of quilt restoration.

Reading is…

From the time I could read one of my favourite activities was to hide out in the big hall closet sitting on the butter box and devour books. I would close the sliding door most of way and my world would disappear and suddenly I felt like a Bobbsey Twin on the way to the seaside for an adventure. The books changed over the years and eventually I outgrew that closet. I then created a reading nook in my own closet and could be found after lights out reading by flashlight. I pretty much read anything I could get my hands on that wasn’t a school book.