Now living winters in Bahia de Kino, Sonora, Mexico, and summers in Sartell, Minnesota. Life had become weird enough to wonder if I wrote it down, it might cosmically realign and illuminate the path. Mostly, this and Facebook are the only ways to keep in touch with the kids and grandkids. Saturday, March 17, 2018. It feels peaceful, contented.

Click on Mark Twain to jump to Troutbirders book review blog. Saturday, March 17, 2018. We had a wonderful five hour outing. Eileen, from the Eagle center, was a great mentor and guide. She is a volunteer who works with Scott Mehus the Education Director. Scott is in charge of the Centers Golden Eagle research project. Only further research would provide the answer. Tune in to our next post. Wednesday, March 14, 2018.

Thursday, August 17, 2017.

I started this blog in 2009 when I became a full-time caregiver. My husband had been diagnosed a few years earlier with primary progressive aphasia. Over the next four years until his death in 2013, we went on a journey of discovery about this rare condition. My blog is about what I learned, how we both coped and how the journey deepened our love and appreciation of each other.

Recently retired, sharing goals, loves, and challenges of the present and past. Wednesday, January 24, 2018. So, I write the same things but put them at the end and write some new ones first. This year I first made a list of the things that gave me joy in 2017 and there were many that I did on purpose. Choose a word - NURTURE. Relaxing, healthy, happy.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013. As a lover of language, I occasionally encounter a word or expression that enthralls me. Sometimes, however, I come across one that disturbs me. Let me stipulate that I am in a happy marriage. We respect each other, love each other, and take good care of each other. We show each other extreme consideration. I cannot stress this enough. All is well here on the home front.

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Tuesday, July 25, 2017. The black square of the open attic hatchway gazes down on me. It sighs cold air my way, frustrated to be stirred this early on a Sunday. The chilly breath finds its way down inside my shirt as I stand at the foot of the metal ladder. Back in the now,. My shredded fingertips find a control, and I flick it hopefully. A conical lampshade lights up abov.

This is a place to share my ideas on life. Where does the time go? The weather is perfect early in the morning. Speaking of the girls, here is a couple of before and after pictures, yesterday before the groomer and today after the groomer. Here she is on the wall before she gets her scrap.