Dry spell
Dealing with Covid19 has become a way of life, we are figuring out how to live with the restrictions and the precautions the virus has inspired, we are beginning to settle into that new normal many of us have been reluctant to accept. And I have nothing to say about any of that – my creative […]
The only one
The world is opening up, restrictions are being lifted and people are out and about again – at least some people are. I’m not feeling confident enough to jump back into life, even while wearing a mask. I worry I’ve turned into some sort of recluse, a weird germaphobe who not only finds it difficult to make […]
The New Olden Days
I often tell my granddaughters stories about the olden days, about my youth on the Alberta prairie, about freezing winters, chinooks and a springtime that was announced by purple crocuses turning the prairie mauve. I don’t have to try very hard to paint that landscape in my mind – I can see it in the wistful […]
‘That’ Old Lady
I’ve spent too much time alone these past weeks, I’ve watched too much news and I am starting to take too many things far too seriously- my sense of humor has gone the way of freedom and fun. The CoronaVirus is all anyone is talking about; the numbers, the death, the scramble for a vaccine; the […]
(Anti) Social Media
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel – hope has arrived. There is a rumor we are days away from the end of isolation, days closer to hugs, inches away from better days. ‘But’, the news said… not yet – not today. It will be a long time before we get back to business […]
Metamorphosis
Here in British Columbia we are in for two more weeks of emergency measures – code for fourteen more days of social distancing and self isolation. Aloneness. It’s been two months since I’ve kissed a grandchild or hugged my kids, two months since I’ve met a friend for lunch. I’m not sure I will remember how to be […]
I’m done of it…
There’s a point in the middle of just about any new regime; dieting, quitting drinking/smoking/procrastinating; that everything gets boring. The enthusiasm we may have felt at the onset of the quest has worn off, the results aren’t as exciting as we had hoped and we are ‘effing’ done of it. I think that’s the point […]
Hitting the wall
I’ve become lethargic, maybe even lazy. A hamster in captivity has more gumption than I do these days – between napping inside its cardboard toilet paper tube and munching kibbles the hamster spends at least part of its day running on a squeaky wheel. Aside from the squeaky wheel thing that hamster and I have a […]
Day ? of self isolation
It had to happen, something needed to be done – I’d been isolated for so long my hair had reached a point of unruly that all the goop in the world couldn’t plaster it into something presentable. When they dialed the world back to essential services only hair cutting didn’t make the cut – apparently […]
A long day
I don’t know why some days feel so long; why the hours become too heavy for the minutes to drag. Time never drags on a good day – good days never have enough hours. It’s the maudlin days, the insecure days, the ones that lean into worry that feel never-ending. I’m having one of those days. There is […]