It is Victoria Day here in Canada, a statutory holiday. We shopped for everything we needed last week so that we needn’t venture from home during this busy time. We are such home bodies, seldom venturing forth. We visit our Camp, we visit my Mom and sisters, we visit stores to buy supplies, and we… Continue reading Victoria Day Heat Wave

One of the excellent things about retirement is that one can travel on weekdays, as opposed to travelling on weekends. So last week Attila and I fixed Ginger up with copious sources of water and food, and headed out for a few days. We visited my Mom, my sisters and my brother-in-law, who all live… Continue reading Visiting

As I grow older there are fewer and fewer “long dark tea times of the soul”. I doubt I will ever be completely free of nights like this. They serve a purpose, and that is to come to grips with change, inner change. Internal change is not easy, nor is it painless. But avoiding it… Continue reading Burning the Midnight Oil

We were out at the Camp yesterday. What a lovely day it was, sunny, and warm, and breezy. Every year I apply for a burn permit, which allows us to have a campfire. I call their number every day that we want to have a fire, so that the fire department in the municipality knows… Continue reading The Camp

Wednesday, May 1, 2024, 10:30 a.m. Retirement is a process, at least here at Mist Cottage it is. This is not surprising, after six decades of living to the rhythm of the world of paid labour. The intensity of starting this process is beginning to wane. Slowly but surely a new rhythm of days is… Continue reading The Rhythm of Days