Life And the story begins with a song of rebellion Shawshank, September 1, 2020 I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I slept mostly through the night. Only sat up twice to clear nasal passages, and to cool off a little bit. The alarm played for a while before I even heard it. Usually, I’ll hear it right at the beginning. Got up, maybe coffee, listened… Continue Reading
Life Just another manic Monday Shawshank, August 31, 2020 Well, it’s Monday. I’m up, showered, and have a cup of coffee in front of me. I got the local CTV news station on. It’s a crisp 6c outside this morning. I have the ingredients for a snack for Neal on the counter, I’ll try to elbow my way into the kitchen to make that,… Continue Reading
Life With hands quick as light Shawshank, August 29, 2020 I’ve had batter sleeps. With these damned allergies, I can seem to breathe at night. Last night was bad. And it was supposed to to be cool last night. Spoiler alert; it wasn’t. Or it didn’t feel cool. I was hot, cold, hot hot, cold. I was up in the middle of the night to… Continue Reading
Life Although the temperature is rise and fall, I’ll take it all Shawshank, August 27, 2020 Good morning, happy Thursday. Or Pre-Friday. Pre-Friday sounds a lot better, if you ask me. Who else is excited to hear Trump give his speech to the RNC? Speaking of destruction, I hope everyone in the wake of hurricane Laura are ok. Just saw a little bit of it on the bottom of the screen… Continue Reading
Life Shatter with words impossible to follow Shawshank, August 21, 2020 Good morning, happy Friday. If you’re reading this, y’all made it. It’s almost the weekend. Quiet start to the day here at Shady Acres. Bread is being made. Another couple of hours, and we’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown to get my mom’s meds. And since it’s Friday, I should have some mail. A book that… Continue Reading
He bought two-fifths of lead free gasoline Shawshank, August 17, 2020 “Please stop talking to me.” That’s what om thinking this morning. It’s not even 8am, you’re supposed to be asleep. My mom is awake, she re-organized my grammas craft area, and is actively trying to get me to talk to her. The coffee isn’t finished brewing. Yes folks, I can hear my gramma moving… Continue Reading