Thank you everyone for your notes, emails, texts and phone calls, offering prayers for me tomorrow. I feel totally wrapped in prayer. What better way to step into surgery. The support of friends and family is so valuable. Second I had a wonderful day today. I had the honour of being guest speaker at a…
It’s Wednesday. Surgery is Friday. I’m ready. At least I think I am. I’ve had my pre-op visit with Dr. Preston. All the steps are completed. Today, I had an experience that has definitely been helpful. I went to Orik Physiotherapy in Peterborough to learn about the cryo-cuff they sell. While I was there, a…
Image by Gerd Altmann of Pixabay When our computers, phones, or tablets are being ornery, we know that we can reboot. When all else fails, shut the technology down completely. Leave it for thirty seconds, then start it up again. I learned this lesson particularly well during cataract surgery. I was lying on the…
The Gift of Praise Right after publishing my first novel, a reader told me how much she enjoyed it. Then she went on to point out that there was a spelling mistake on page 143. One spelling mistake in 65,000 words and she felt I needed to know about it. Somehow that one criticism…
As you can see from the pictures, our newly renovated kitchen is finished. It’s open, full of light. The sun shines in. The cupboards are white. The light grey floor blends with the stainless steel appliances and cupboard handles. Now it’s time to add sparkle, spots of colour. I’ve bought blue tea towels with brightly…
Lent is a time to reflect. Image by Gird Altmann from Pixabay Tom and I are renovating our kitchen. We talked at length about the changes we needed to make. We planned what we thought would be best. We did the research and hired a top-notch contractor. Now, more than halfway through the project, our…
On Valentines Day some of us send flowers or cards to our loved ones, most often our spouse. We use this special day to say and do things we think about but seldom actually do. I just finished reading the “Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” by Rachel Joyce. This book declares that heartfelt communication is…
She flew in and nestled her plump breast down into the snow piled onto our deck railing. Through the sliding doors, I watched her as she watched me. Each of us wary. Her eyes darted back and forth ensuring safety. For those few moments we were alone together. I sat motionless not wanting to frighten…