Mayhem isn't the exact word. It may denote expectations of violence and chaos; but writers love alliteration (Wow I was so far off trying to spell that word–thank you again Siri). And I, who, these days, sometimes pretends to be a writer because I no longer have focus or take myself that serious, love to … Continue reading Mayhem, Mold, Mice and Music
I think I am being stalked. The same guy keeps showing up in my followers only with a different gmail account. I would like to think it was because he really likes my writing but I have my doubts.
We decide to venture further down The Atlantic View Trail. The three of us this time, starting at Lawrencetown Beach where JT and I ended when we walked it a couple of weeks ago. If interested, you can read about that hike here. Today the beach is sunny and blue and as always beautiful. There … Continue reading Atlantic View Part 2
It had been two years since we woke up to perfect conditions. To the day following a long enough period of sub-zero temperatures and no precipitation. To the day when the ice on the lake was like glass. That day occurred just the other morning. The problem was that we had planned a day trip, … Continue reading Perfect Conditions
You didn't think I would play by the rules... Did you? I was nominated by Margie from Back Roads and Other Stories to participate in the 10 travel photo challenge. Now I really like Margie. These days I live vicariously through her blogs. You should check them out. Plus she is an avid follower of … Continue reading Bending The Photo Challenge Rules
Like toilet paper in April, fresh Nova Scotia Christmas trees this December are the product of panic shopping. This craze was aided by a few news stories discussing the fact that more trees have been exported south to the states this year. Apparently Americans love Canadian Christmas trees so they are considered a hot-ticket item … Continue reading The U-Cut Christmas Tree Appointment
Why jazz? you ask. Because it is the music that moves me. It is the music that makes my body want to sway, my knees want to bounce and my feet want to tap. It is emotional, sexy and free and I have loved it for a long time. Long before I knew what jazz … Continue reading Dreams Of Being A Jazz Pianist
With September came rain and relief after weeks of dry weather. I always feel relief when the rain arrives. I am very conscious of how dry this summer was and how low the water tables dropped. I can see it in the lake, which is down several feet, causing rocks that are normally submerged to … Continue reading Water Conscious
For years Mickey was comatose. I honestly thought he was dead because he wasn't as young as he looked and hadn't shown any signs of life for over thirty years. Mickey is close to fifty. He came into my life when I was thirteen and adorned my wrist everyday for a couple of formative years … Continue reading Mickey Goes To The Doctor
Still Bitchy After 60 Blog 