Thursday Throwdown: June 23, 2022
There’s lots of gentle (or not) ways to tell time, but no matter when you decide to start, you need a good soundtrack to get you off your duff.
And for that, friends, you’ve come to the right place!
There’s lots of gentle (or not) ways to tell time, but no matter when you decide to start, you need a good soundtrack to get you off your duff.
And for that, friends, you’ve come to the right place!
Friends, it’s a Summer Miracle. King Louie had to go to his royal physician’s today for the yearly checkup. He has never, in the 11 years we’ve been visiting this vet (nor the 2+ years we visited the one in our previous side of the province), eaten a treat from the tech, the receptionist, the […]
OK, so I’m technically late for GratiTuesday by 21 minutes. Oops. I did have the draft started on Tuesday, so that’s hopeful, right? Tuesday evenings in the Swearyverse mean a trip to the pool at my local YMCA. Tonight, there was a woman with vision impairment. She was walking slowly between the very shallow swirly […]
While I was out this morning, two old women were kveching. “Grumpy old birds”, I thought, grumpily. And the irony of that isn’t lost on me.
So, friends, it’s time for a musical re-baseline.
I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus – you know this. It happens from time to time when I just need to be looking at a screen less, and looking at the plants in my garden more. But, a writer writes, and I know it’s not cup-filling for me to *just* do the kind […]
I had good intentions of posting this for Thursday Throwdown yesterday, but… well… you know.So I offer you this for a fun start to your weekend, instead. Still totally counts, right?
When my eldest niece was a wee lass, she didn’t want to eat the fruit her mom cut for her. My sister-in-law was getting exasperated at the shrinking list of food the young miss would eat. But Auntie Mary had some skills. I asked my niece if she knew that there was a star hiding […]
If I’m right and truly spun out, deep breaths aren’t so deep, and sleep won’t come. In those moments, being present means the undistracted quiet of prayer.
Eventually you need to take a hard look at the reality of your situation and either decide that you are OK with the mess you made, or make plans and take steps to make it better.
Joseph chose faith over fear. He became a father to a child that wasn’t his, he protected his family from those who wished them poor fortune at best, and death at worst. That sounds like a pretty great mentor to me.