Hippy-Dippy Goals; Ninety-Four Weeks In

Happy New Year! As I mentioned in my 2021 roundup, the year ended – and the New Year started – on kind of a low point. The boys were supposed to be going back to school tomorrow, but on December 30 it was announced that winter break would be extended to the 10th, and January […]

Boyhouse Year In Review 2021

Is it just me or was this year actually a decade? Well! I think at this time last year we thought the Pandemic At The Disco would be in the rearview mirror, and yet it is not. Currently we are going through our FIFTH wave, which is extremely disheartening and, at this point, makes me […]

Two Christmas Miracles; Ninety-Two Weeks In

Here we are, in the homestretch to the Festive Finish Line, and I have not one, but TWO Christmas miracles to tell you about. Cue the hype-up music – are you ready for this? Christmas Miracle Number One: Costco Last week I was due for a Costco trip, and during this Pandemic At The Disco, […]

What Day Is It Again; Ninety-One Weeks In

I do not know what’s going on with my neighbours and their drainage, but this guy has returned several times since I first sighted him in October: I did finally catch a glimpse of him, after an embarrassing amount of peeking out the window whilst folding laundry, and it was, to be honest, a bit […]

Thirst Traps and Letting Go; Eighty-Eight Weeks In

These Pretzels Are Making Me Thirsty I love listening to podcasts while doing menial household drudgery or slowly walking Barkley around the neighbourhood; it makes me actually look forward to doing dull things like folding the laundry or other mind-numbing tasks. I feel like I learn new things every day; I discovered the “We Didn’t […]

The Case of the Missing Gourds; Eighty-Four Weeks In

I don’t want to alarm anybody, but something is eating my decorative gourds. I started out with eight white mini-pumpkins, and I am down to two. My husband suggested someone was STEALING them, but I think that is unnecessarily suspicious of people in my neighbourhood, and also, if our home is going to be the […]

It’s A Conspiracy; Seventy-Seven Weeks In

I find anything to do with the 1918 influenza pandemic fascinating; in part because it ended, and that gives me hope, and in part because I realize that we also will be a footnote in history. This week I read the book Gilead – more on that later – and came across this passage: I […]