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The extraordinarily warm weather is slipping away. The temperature will fall below freezing tonight. Although seasonal conditions are returning, it seems wrong. How quickly I have acclimatized to gentle warmth. Harriet and Hogan are visiting their cottage this weekend, putting things in order for summer enjoyment. Our paths will not intercept. Their trips to . . . → Read More: If I knew just what to say…  2 comments - (Comments are closed)  2012, Journal, March  2012, Canadian Songwriter, Cremazie, French Canadians, If I Knew Just What to Say, Mason Wade, Pat Logier, Patrick Logier, Roger Whitaker, songwriter There was a time when I felt joy on a daily basis. Then came a time of isolation, overwhelming responsibilities and hardship borne of creating a life fit for my children; a weary time, sometimes angry, often sad. That lasted a very, very long time. Today joy flew in an open window. It lighted . . . → Read More: Remembering… Larin Paraske Artist: Edelfelt 1893 Attila and I like art. The screen saver I have setup shows a series of art images collected over time. We enjoy letting our eyes rest on these images, as we pause to gather thoughts during our easy chair chats. This image is one that I particularly like, . . . → Read More: Spirit I have just setup FaceTime. I tried to use it after upgrading my Mac to Lion, but it just didn’t work when I started the program. Of course, I did not configure the program, nor did I really try. It just was not high on my list of things to do, because I have . . . → Read More: Big Plans For Our Little House in the City Anaphylaxis is a life changing condition, a powerful force in one’s life that is invisible to others. You will find my allergen in a high percentage of food available in the grocery stores, could be anywhere in restaurants, but medicines are the real terror as they are not required to list non-medicinal ingredients and . . . → Read More: Anaphylaxis Still here although I have not had much opportunity to write. We took a week off without pay, making the tough decision to swallow the loss of income. We packed the car with clothing and Mist and headed for our little house in the city. I was so wound up from work that I . . . → Read More: The Merry Month of March… harrumph |
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