I like to look out the window at the neighbour’s lilac tree and watch the life therein. I positioned my desk well even if the “back to the door” of my chair occasionally gives me heebie-jeebies. Sometimes, life watches back: the squirrels and chickadees are infinitely curious about what’s going on behind the monitor…… Continue reading Lilacs, birds, and pink-slips.
It occurred to me today as I sat down to write another crap journal entry (I’m not enamoured with journalling of late) that I had written almost nothing about the coronavirus. This struck me as rather odd and a bit navel-gazey. A journal doesn’t have to be all about me. Other things do happen in…… Continue reading Where do we go from here?
I’m sucking a little at this whole “save the planet thing”. It’s not that I’m not on-board team “we’re headed for destruction”. I’m fully willing to believe scientists and my own eyes. Record global temperatures keep happening, month after month, year after year. The needle is creeping upward and this is not a good thing,…… Continue reading But I like my plastic bottles…
“i miss the sounds of sprinklers running, splashing against houses and leaves, and soaking everything in their path. i realized, as i sat outside on a very warm evening smoking a cigarette, which yes, i know is bad for me, that i almost never hear sprinklers anymore.”