When I travel to Dublin I do my best to get in a visit with my father at his place of residence since 1984, Deansgrange Cemetery. Last year’s trip to Ireland left me no opportunity to get there, so I made certain I would manage it this year. Last Friday was the day. I made … Continue reading Tea with my Dad
Category: musings
When you wake to a snowy April morning
If you’re anything like me, you’ve had just about enough of this lingering winter. The few days of sunshine and relative warmth, sometimes even occurring concurrently, have been a mean tease, rather than a reliable harbinger of true spring. I’m over it. I want to wear sandals and dresses and tops that bare my shoulders. … Continue reading When you wake to a snowy April morning
Working (at) retirement
It’s been about 6 weeks since I retired and it feels like I’m finding my flow. Daytime yoga classes and evenings at the restaurant have become my new normal and I’m truly enjoying both. I’m even growing comfortable with walking Jeter in the late morning without feeling as if I’m doing something illicit and I … Continue reading Working (at) retirement
What day is it?
“I’m retired,” doesn’t exactly roll off of my tongue yet. Especially not when I’m still waiting for just one person to respond with, “you can’t possibly be old enough to retire!” In the midst of my second week of this new life chapter, I’ve got some observations - and some questions. Week One was a … Continue reading What day is it?
A most excellent, excellent bath
Clean tub Water the exact temperature that you had imagined Dim lights Water with lemon to sip Epson salts in which to soak An appreciation of the experience in the moment Sigh.
Thankful for…
Yoga classes in dim light that leave me feeling peacefully strong. An Asian riffed soup with baby bok choy, mushrooms, scallions and chicken meatballs. A few nights ahead in Montreal. Two planned evenings of live jazz, a yoga studio, two bakeries, and a bagel place, all marked on my Google map of Montreal. Freshly baked … Continue reading Thankful for…
Broken in, not distressed
When I changed into my “chores” jeans, I paused for a moment to consider how many years it had been since I purchased this particular pair of Levi’s. I did the math, thinking back to that long ago trip anniversary to Maine and our visit to the outlets in Freeport. My first and last, so … Continue reading Broken in, not distressed






