‘Bratsky’ Part 2
Several months ago, I described the joys and struggles of a couple of seniors adopting a puppy. She joined our household of three seniors…
Choices
Making so many choices every day can be stressful. Sometimes it causes me to lose track of the big picture.
Puppy Mayhem, Puppy Love
About 18 months ago, my husband and I were having a peaceful morning coffee together, chatting about various household issues. Our then eight-year-old black Lab (Sula) was asleep on one end of the sofa—her preferred napping spot. Suddenly my husband said, “If I die before you and you are left on your own, would you like to have a dog for company? I know that I would.” When I said “Yes” (tentatively), he immediately embarked on a search to find a black Lab puppy whose life would overlap with Sula’s.
Are the trees weeping?
I grew up in Canadian Shield country. Rocks were what I noticed and loved. A few kilometres north were remnants of the boreal forest,
Grey Matters: Reflections on time
I’m convinced time is speeding up. I remember being told “coming soon! Those things weren’t “soon” Now, at 72, everything comes much sooner
Loss and the art of letting go?
It probably seems a bit extreme to grieve the loss of mountain biking at age 72. Loss becomes a fact of life as one gets older.
How shall I then live?
Both my husband and I have received two shots of COVID-19 vaccine. Now what? I think that is a question that many of us are asking and I would like to believe that I might have some thoughts on how to answer it.
Bubbles
Looking back, I did not know how important bubbles would become in my life. As a child I have no recollection of blowing bubbles.
The big rock
When I began to walk my dog this morning, I noticed that she had a slight limp and was favouring her right front leg. I thought that it would be better to stay on the level trail and have a somewhat shorter walk than usual. We would only go as far as the big rock. …
Turning seventy
I turned 70 this year. I’m pondering what this means. At 55 and 60, various senior discounts kicked in and it seemed kind of fun. At 65, there is no doubt that one officially becomes a senior with Old Age Security, Pharmacare, Homeowners and Pioneer Utility grants. But what about 70? A compulsory Driver’s Medical? …
The joys and dangers of taking a risk
A few weeks ago, a friend sent me an opinion piece from a recent edition of The Globe and Mail. It was about falls. Not the waterfall kind. The kind that involves finding oneself suddenly on the ground or on the floor. It was written by Sandra Martin and entitled “A Senior’s Resolution: No More …
Mother is coming
This is a phrase I have said, myself, as I rolled my eyes. We have all read stories and watched sitcoms where adult children are saying this to their friends, clearly intimating that the upcoming visit will be difficult. And it always was, when my mother came to visit. But now the shoe is …
Woodsmoke
I’ve always loved the smell of woodsmoke. I know this is not the case for everyone and that too many wood stoves in a small residential area can cause concern. I am lucky to live in a part of town where few people heat with wood. These days, my woodsmoke saga begins in late August, …
Seniors on speed
What 69-year-old chooses an activity that routinely results in numb hands, painful wrists and soreness in an area that makes it difficult to perform certain necessary bodily functions? Well, it turns out that there are quite a number of these folks in the Yukon.
