Blog

The Joy of Small Victories

I haven’t worked on the few websites I “own” in a while. However, I missed the regular writing of posts. I missed the struggle and positive resolution of “outwitting” WordPress. I missed feeling “young” again. Enter “Life is What Happens.” Coding, manipulating files, understanding techspeak and successfully creating an interface that works give me Joy. […]

Blog

Winter Joy

OK, I’ve said it. It is the first time and maybe the last. If I want to stay in Canada and not follow my wildest dream of selling up and moving to Spain (without Spanish) I have to start enjoying Winter. For the last month my walking paths have been glazed – more like iced

Joy

The Joy of NYC

 Well I didn’t get to go to New York, but my daughter did for two days. The trip was originally to be a mother – daughter junket for her best friend, however, her girlfriend’s mother didn’t have enough time on her passport – 6 months, so she couldn’t go. Katherine bought the tour package from

Camino, Joy

The Joy of Purgatory….

…OK it’s really not a Joy. I have had to start doing exercises, which I hate with a passion, to overcome some Camino setbacks. The worst has been Plantar Fasciitis. It’s foot pain caused by overweight – read backpack and needs to be addressed. Purgatory #1 – exercise. I hate it – them. But I

music

Frisson

This is a new word for me. I ran across it in a random post on FB. I couldn’t resist reading more, because it has a lot to do with music and I am consumed by music on my walks. Frisson is the name for those goosebumps you get when you hear a particular piece

words

Of serials – and cereals

I came across a peculiar piece of syntax in the newspaper the other day. It was in an obituary about a very interesting woman, who had led an amazing life. In the litany of achievements she had accomplished was the note that she was a serial “marrier”- meaning, I presume, that she had had several

Joy, reality

The Joy of Friends.

This week has been difficult. We had to put our 19-year-old cat down. Hunter had lost the use of his hind legs and I couldn’t bear to see him struggle. He’d had a good life and we will miss him. On the day of his demise, I had coffee with a friend. It was an

Joy, reality

The Joy of Routine

This week was the usual Ho-Hum. I managed 3 consecutive 10kms walks – Thurs. Fri. & Sat. The weather was sunny and lovely. Some people were wearing just shorts & T-shirts – c’mon it never got above 7ÂșC. I don’t count this as summer. Still I love that there are people, out there who defy

Joy

The Joy of Celebration

This week began with a birthday party. My daughter turned 32 – yes, where has the time gone! There were 5 of us to celebrate. We ordered in Thai food – 5 different dishes with rice and shared. There was cake and bubbly and wine and presents. It was fun!! I managed 3 walks to

Joy

The Joy of 936 pages

I have just finished reading “Coming Home” by Rosamunde Pilcher. It was 936 pages of a wonderful love story set in Cornwall from 1938 to 1946. I will write to my “old” flatmate who was born in Cornwall and returned there shortly after she was married. The novel is set in and around Penzance, where

Scroll to Top