Jet-Lagged, But Home . . .
On Saturday, I was knitting a glove in Paris. And I’m finishing its mate at home now, settling back into a comforting domesticity after five weeks of playing the vagabond.
View PostOn Saturday, I was knitting a glove in Paris. And I’m finishing its mate at home now, settling back into a comforting domesticity after five weeks of playing the vagabond.
View PostSorry for the “radio silence,” but we were finally able to visit our son’s family on Vancouver Island. Ten months since our last visit . . . . All the feels, as the kids say …
View PostArriving at my desk this morning with my cuppa, I couldn’t help but be struck by how much it resembles my messy mind of the moment. . . You will be relieved to know that…
View PostCan you believe that we’re coming up to five years of city life? Truly, it seems just yesterday — and/but also another lifetime — that I was in my February garden and on the beach…
View PostI hope you all saw my last post, about a reader’s adventurous plans for an ex-pat retirement in Portugal. I’ve always daydreamed about living in Europe for a year or so, and Carol’s description of…
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