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 […]
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
…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
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
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
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 7ºC. I don’t count this as summer. Still I love that there are people, out there who defy
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
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
My meeting last Saturday with the Toronto chapter of the Canadian Company of Pilgrims deserves a post on its own. It was held at Beach United Church, which is more of an event centre than a traditional church. The main room was large and airy with huge Gothic windows and comfortable seating – no kneelers.
