Christmas Eve, Always Magical. January 3, 2012 in Uncategorized. I have spent the afternoon with my parents, whose 65. My father is in a memory care unit and my mother is an in an adjoining assisted living facility. However, there were smiles and moments of lightness in the day.

We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. Life happens in the present. Tales from the Slow Lane. AND AT TIMES I AM. This Journal is Friends Locked.

December 9, 2011 in Converting a Used Portable Classroom into a Home. Creativity, Self-Expression, Struggles and Obstacles Overcome. I stood in the near-dark a few nights ago, thrilled to be able to burn a small pile of limbs and dead wood, one of many piles waiting for attention on my property. I watched this one crackle and crumble in the face of the flames. I wielded my pitchfork with care, keeping the water hose close at hand. Or am I just making one holy mess? It has.

January 19, 2012 in Positive Aging. Wrinkles, Beauty of Wrinkles, Aging, Signs of Aging, Ageism. But, today is a good day. As my mother and I enter the room, he is sitting in his rocking chair, awake. He recognizes us, although he may not know. I love you, my father says. I love you, too, my mother responds. And, I am touched. It was iffy, very iffy, as to w.

Along with its very own teapot. Cosy then replaced the Nurse for the photo shoot. For the little Brown Betty at home. Sunday, 12 July 2015.

No longer riding on the merry-go-round. Thursday, 12 January 2017. Tuesday, 6 September 2016. Drains that regularly flood due to high water table. Who decided this was a good plan? Oh, I know, the same group that has made such a mess of costly developments in the past.