I am home in America, again. Yes, it feels like just yesterday that I was leaving, and now I am back. I had always planned…
I’m home! After 856 days away, I have finally returned home to hug my parents. (Real hugs are way better than proxy hugs!) I began…
I dug out my Christmas decorations yesterday in anticipation of decorating the cottage in a couple of weeks. And when I dug them out, I…
Wow! I cannot believe that it has been ten weeks since I broke my ankle. It seems like only yesterday, but at the same time, it…
It has now been eight weeks since I broke my ankle whilst on my way home from the shops. And two weeks since I entered Phase II…
It has now been six weeks since I broke my ankle, meaning I am about halfway through the initial recovery phase. It also means that tomorrow,…
It has now been four weeks since my fateful journey out for some salty snacks; a journey that left me with a broken ankle. I am…
Two weeks ago, I slipped on a kerb and broke my ankle. It’s my first-ever broken bone and has really been a learning experience! The fracture…
I’ve been at my folks’ place for nearly two months now and I think they’re ready to see the back of me. Not because I’ve…
For the last two weekends, I’ve been working in my garden trying to get it all pretty for the summer. Last weekend was my initial…
I have finally taken the garbage out. And, more importantly, the recycling. Although I admit that it happened too late. I’ve just been so crazy…
I like to start each year with a bright, fresh outlook; with a renewed hope for joy and happiness. But I must admit that I…
Once again, I wanted to spend the day inside, hiding away from the world. I wanted to sit in and sulk and cry and feel…
This morning I realised that I haven’t been outside since Monday. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday holed up inside working on my dissertation proposal – and only…
I am one of those weird people who enjoys grocery shopping. I start in the produce section and take great effort to select the best…
Well, I’ve finally done it. I’ve finally cleaned out Paul’s side of the closet. It only took more than two years… I don’t know what…
The thing I hate most about buying clothes (second only to parting with money) is trying on clothes. I hate trying on clothes. I hate it…
I’ve spent much of the weekend going through Paul’s old university newspapers and clippings. It’s strange because many of the stories feel like ghosted memories…
Today is a snow day on the Palouse and I am well and truly snowed in. School has been cancelled; the roads are unsafe, and…
I finally got around to sorting through some of Paul’s stuff. In this case, it was a pile of stock leftover from his eBay business.…