Does anyone else remember the images of children with umbrellas, struggling with the wind, as symbols for the month of March. My elementary school classrooms sported these images at this time of year, and it seems the weather this year is picture perfect. Another quiet day here at Mist Cottage. Attila’s last grocery run was… Continue reading Rain and March Wind
Year: 2020
Sophie got sick, then Canada Changed
Two weeks ago I began self-isolation. It isn’t complete though, Attila must still go to work, he is not completely self-isolated, so neither am I. On the job he is near hundreds of different people every day, what are the chances he will come in contact with COVID-19? Just a matter of time really, so… Continue reading Sophie got sick, then Canada Changed
Decisions on High: Too Little, Too Late
Attila will have to return to work on Monday, and as the pandemic intensifies here, I find I don’t want him to go. He has no choice of course, he has to go. But if we could manage to survive financially, we both agree, he would stay home and we would self-isolate. Both of us… Continue reading Decisions on High: Too Little, Too Late
Sunshine
Another quiet day here at Mist Cottage. The sun is shining brightly, and the temperature is above freezing, extra nice day! Attila has already finished off one of the five jars of Cowboy Candy, I think he would eat a half a jar a day, every day, if left to his own devices. It would… Continue reading Sunshine
Connections
Two men who had loved me, and I them, said interesting things to me, things that haunt me past their life spans. How lucky are we that have experienced raw, passionate, respectful, and honest love. These men cannot interact directly with me now, we will take this up again when I too cross the river.… Continue reading Connections