Sunday Selections

Joining with many others in this feast of forgotten, overlooked and meaningful photos. Here are some participants: River is one, Andrew is one.  Messymimi is one. Kylie  is another. Drop in to their blogs and have a look.

It's hard to capture the amount of snow here but out today, with the sun shining (and melting), this is the side of the parking lot.

Daughter, granddaughter and grandson-in-law and I had a treasured trip here a few years back. It's a remote island off a remote island and the lit up cottage is where we stayed. I bought the prints and daughter framed the three. Reflections are unfortunate but at least you see the house.

The top one is mine from the last place I lived, and the bottom is an oil painting of the colours of Ukraine when an artist friend was raising funds for this fierce, brave country. I won the bid.

Stuffs as Andrew would call this collection in my hall. And this is only the half of it.

Do cushions breed? Asking for a friend.

River posted a picture of her shower curtain so I'm posting a picture of mine. The bathroom is done up in that turquoise blue you see on the whale. We are in whale country here. My bathroom is also an art gallery of treasured wee pictures too. But that will be for another week.

Someday Selections

 

The above is my morning mantra along with "Pull yourself together and get on with it."

This is one of those freaky morning shots where I caught the reflection of my wee indoor garden on my TV screen and it looked like a painting.

This was yesterday outside my building and it got worse.

But the sun just came out and all is well. I just heard from my doctor and I'm scheduled for another iron infusion. But I'm fairly stable otherwise, kidney function up and down, which is the pattern now. I feel fortunate I have lived this long. 

And I look around the building here and wonder if I would switch places with anyone else and the answer is no. 

Grandgirl is showing me the finer points of AI. And I am curious and will remain so about this world and the universe as long as I am able. I stay engaged politically and pull away now and again when it gets painful and horrifying.

I have enormous compassion for my USian friends as I read the insane rantings from their leader and the absolute freedom he has to crime all he wishes without consequence as he loots the treasury. Unaccountable to anyone. I wish I believed in an afterlife and hell for this creature.

I am grateful to live in this wonderful country of ours and even more grateful I live way out on the edge of it on a rock in the wild Atlantic. Like an afterthought. But a lovely one.

Cherish

I haul that word out now and again. A perfect descriptor of moments, of little memories, of slivers of gratitude. A word used a lot in the Ireland I grew up in.

to love, protect, and care for someone or something that is important to you: Although I cherish my children, I do allow them their independence. Her most cherished possession is a 1926 letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald. Freedom of speech is a cherished (= carefully protected) right in this country.to keep hopes, memories, or ideas in your mind because they are important to you and bring you pleasure: I cherish the memories of the time we spent together.

 I had what I call a "shyte day" yesterday. I cancelled a physical therapy session as the chair yoga I had been doing caught up with me and I literally had pain from top to toe. Add this to the ongoing back misery and I was unfit for just about everything. But so grateful I had purchased a huge quantity of prepared salads a few days ago as I was way beyond cooking anything. Sobeys do the most amazing salads and include protein of all kinds, chicken, fish, hardboiled eggs and a huge quantity of various vegetables. A good ol' Canadian chain. Founded when God was an altar boy. An elder's gift for prepped meals.

But today is a cherish the moments kind of day. Pain has taken a mini-vacation and as much as I despise the unpredictability of each day from a mobility perspective, I grab the ones which don't get in the way of any kind of enjoyment.

I actually have a "visitor" coming today. A friend I haven't seen in a while. I avoid such encounters when I am in the misery of pain and discomfort. Who wants to listen and observe others struggling? 

I'm listening to some lovely music (music of my life) which has carried me through challenges and grief and all the ills us humans suffer.

And the moments we cherish and can relive at the touch of a button. I hope you enjoy this duet from The Pearl Fishers.

Sunday Selections

 Joining with many others in this feast of forgotten, overlooked and meaningful photos. Here are some participants: River is one, Andrew is one.  Messymimi is one. Kylie  is another. Drop in to their blogs and have a look.

I'm under the wire here, barely making Sunday.

Just finished this 440 page charmer of a book about a gay artist who inspires a young homeless girl. It's beautifully written and had me crying a few times.

A Valentine's Card from the management of my building with a personal handwritten message inside. Very touching.

Daughter brought me this pen back from her trip to Scotland last year. I feel important when I write with it. Which is like every day.

My new knitting bag. Knitted, of course.

And I've been longing for one of these for a while, working in two colours. Handcrafted and gorgeous. No more balls rolling all over the floor.

A close up of my Hyacinth which brought me such joy.

Enjoy your week my dear readers as we cruise into Spring here and into Autumn for my readers in Oz.

Sunday Selections.

Joining with many others in this feast of forgotten, overlooked and meaningful photos. Here are some participants: River is one, Andrew is one.  Messymimi is one. Kylie  is another. Drop in to their blogs and have a look.

The simple things.

I like these clever cartoons.

A bowl of blackberries for breakfast this morning,

I gifted these two dishcloths I recently knitted yesterday. They last forever and never hold an odour.

I gifted myself this lovely wee hyacinth yesterday.

I gifted myself a sit-by-the-ocean-and-nothing-yourself for a long time yesterday. I call days like these #40shadesofblue.