Sundaystills “Connecting”

It felt like mumbo jumbo…the year end post and a couple of blog challenges and the word of the year. Nothing flowing at all.

And then, what was right in front of my face appeared plainly while I was out for a snow shoe on a bright sunny day.

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.

What’s on Friday’s plate?

Covid played havoc with our family Friday night pizza time.  Then once the worst of Covid was over my other half started golfing on Friday afternoons.  The grandchildren, who’ve been spending every Friday night with us, eat early and he gets home late so pizza hasn’t been on the menu much. But we do still eat on Friday nights…

Old school indeed

I wanted to make a fancy daily journal but didn’t find the items I had been looking for. So I went old school. Like as basic as it gets as I don’t even any gold stars like we got at school.

2 Years On…

2 years of Covid-19

Of no hugs

2 years of lockdowns

Of no hugs

2 years of mandates

Of no hugs

2 years of isolation

Of no hugs

2 years of restrictions

Of no hugs

2 years of bubbles

OF NO HUGS

Silent majority no more

My mother always said “if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all” and my dad was a firm believer in not talking politics. Which means I should stay in the silent majority of Canadians, who at this moment, are all biting their tongues.

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

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.