Daughts makes a face when I suggest she take Yoga, “It’s too slow and I don’t have the patience.” Granted…
Codswallop
Slang for load of rubbish. My life as an erstwhile homeschooler and the subsequent written musings thereof may verge on codswallop at times. Mostly my day to day musings on life as a boomer exploring happenstances as they come my way are treasures worth recording.
Walking Companions…
We have a trail adjacent to the apartments where we live. I’ve walked it in snow, cloud, sun and… there…
Callie Coe…
I first had the pleasure of Callie Coe’s company on January 27th. I jotted down the phone number on her…
Seen and Not Heard…
My cinema experiences are usually positive. Never have I had to turn around to the person behind me to scold…
Dear Lord and Father of Mankind….
Sometimes I wake up with a song going round in my head. A blessed gift when it’s a beautiful hymn…
Happy Birthday Again Daddy…
Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been the grand old age of 90. “Not so much of the…
Neighbourly Noise…
Our flat in London was quiet. We were joint owners of the twenty units. We had our own board of…
In the Commonplace of my Heart…
I have been silent this week on my return from a retreat. It takes me a while to regroup and…
The Aura of Daughts…
After 18 months living away, first on a ship, Then sharing with her brother, And finally on her own, Daughts…