Washing Day

It started innocently enough with a game of hide and dust. The wee ones chattered away to hiding spots in other rooms and I counted loudly while dusting quickly. There was laughter and giggles about being found or not even hiding but just running into other rooms. This was followed with a game of chase the vacuum or be chased by the vacuum. We then proceeded to go back to the main floor; laundry bucket in one hand and the wee lad holding my other hand. It all seems good right?

Is it just me?

Is it just me? Is it just my orb? Is it my internet? Is it just my device? Or the universe telling me something +/- am I listening?

This time

I started and deleted several paragraphs two days ago as I couldn’t seem to articulate my emotions into words. I wanted to do a

Slip Start

There are times when navigation becomes difficult and it is easy to blame it on

Doesn’t Matter Why

I drifted, the words swirling around me and drawing me into their world. I delved into

Handmade Kindness

It was a revelation to me that today was a special day. One that needed to be marked and honoured. I am so glad that my

Our New BFF

This seems like a good day to tell you that Ron and I have a new BFF. Her name is

Note to Self #2

It turns out that, eventually and inevitably, if you abuse something long enough it’s gonna crack. So yes, after years and years of improper care I have finally

A+ Given

I did it! I’ve been haunted by the memory of the last time, way back in 1982. The term “user error” hadn’t even been coined back then but I was all that and more.

Today’s activity turned out

Couldn’t Help Myself

I’ve seriously been trying to keep the quantity of photos under control due to space constraints in blogging. Seriously though I just can’t limit the images I captured today on the