Hats

I’ve been thinking about all the different hats that we all wear. Does our own Sorting Hat remember the important things?

Happiness Day

Conversations in the vehicle are always interesting with children. Plus today it was important that little Man C not fall asleep on the way to Nan’s house for the regular Monday night sleepover.

Slaying the dragon…not

I’m definitely feeling like a fairie that’s lost its magic. Not much dragon slaying happening. Of course, I’m not sure fairies slay dragons, but perhaps you catch my drift.

Snicker what?

There are times I am sure I live under a rock. I’ve never tasted a snickerdoodles and had no concept of what kind of cookie it was, but it turns out I am not the only one as I found out Saturday night.

I like red boots

A little list poem that sprung to mind during a wicked wicked bout of insomnia. Yes, I know. I thought I had kicked that sucker to the curb, but a few late bedtimes over the holidays was all it to creep back.

Thursday thoughts

Take care of your memories, for you can not relive them.

Bob Dylan

I reviewed 2022 as I wrote our Christmas letter and thought about the year that is passing and the memories I will carry forward from it.

The time has come

The time has come,’ the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes…..

Glass half full? Pick me.

How many topic changes can I hit in one week? Just keep reading and find out!

Cat & Mouse meets Clear as Mud

Having spent the last few days in self isolation playing a reverse cat and mouse game where no ones wants to tag the other I am now in a new limbo. That of the “clear as mud” camp where no ones knows what to do with me … almost in a literal sense. Let me explain.

Really?

The call came at an opportune time so I decided to answer it.