Musings on a Small Life

A bit of silliness for the day! The snow angel is mine, from a couple of mornings ago, on the way home from my pre-work walk. I was overcome by the desire to do something child-like and joyful, for sheer delight. So I learned that I can still get down to make a snow angel (jacket hood up!), but getting back up in deep snow is more like a huge fish flopping around on a wharf. 🤣  Take care, all, and stay warm if you're in this deep freeze! 

My driveway snowbank Parking lot down behind my unit That's the back of my unit behind the alpine mountain.   "Path" into the grocery store (sidewalk not yet plowed).     Please MAKE IT STOP ! 

Five year old Macadamia earlier this morning, outside my favourite downtown café. Isn't she gorgeous?! Very friendly too. 😍 Stay safe and as sane as possible, everyone. ❤️🙏

I can't write anything "funny" at the moment. I don't even actively watch the news anymore, yet this week I have felt sick with fear and anxiety. The song, "Eve of Destruction" seems applicable, and I believe that anyone who thinks otherwise is fooling themselves. The world will never again be as many of us have known it all our lives. I pray I'm being overly pessimistic, but.... Anyway.  I went back to work on Wednesday, so it's a short week to ease into the routine, after 18 days off.  I didn't do much walking or picture-taking, the weather was mostly too bad or cold, and the sidewalks too treacherous with ice. However, a few cell snapshots are below, with a couple of "funnies" too. Take care, everyone. ❤️🙏 Below: A bitterly cold morning down at the waterfront, with ice fog over the lake. 

Happy New Year! Above all else, my wish for you is good health in body, mind, and spirit. May every blessing flow to you from that, and may compassion, kindness, and tolerance to All Beings be yours to both give and receive in 2026. Peace. 

Wishing everyone Joy and Light this Christmas and always. (All images courtesy of Pinterest.)  Thank you for your friendship and support through many ups and downs over the years, and especially for sticking with my blog even though I no longer have any fur babies. May you be blessed with good health first and foremost, may you be well in body, mind, and spirit. ❤️ Peace.  Comments are off. 

My mom, Judy, would have been 85 today (December 19, 1940 - March 15, 2023).   Mom in 2017, I think. The ubiquitous cigarette and large glass of white wine!   When she'd had a bad day, she'd call me (she lived in Halifax) and say she needed a "Kimmy hug." She'd do the same with her friends and step-daughter as well, call and say she needed a [insert name] hug.   I have often wished for a "mummy hug" since she passed, even if only via phone, especially on more challenging/frustrating days.   An old film pic, scanned, probably from the late '80s or early '90s.   Last night I dreamed she and I were heading into the old Sears store that used to be in what was then the West End Shopping Centre in Halifax, when I lived and worked there. I was following behind (this is the dream, of course) and in typical Judy fashion, she was making a beeline for whatever she wanted. Mom never liked to putter around, she was always zip, zip, zip, get 'er done.   Wh...

**** For anyone who has not already received my holiday card and would like it, feel free to download it. (Also see my previous post, " Holiday Blessings ".  

A very Happy Hanukkah, a Blessed Solstice, and Merry Christmas! The first two images are via Pinterest, the Christmas card mine. Feel free to take it, if you haven't received it already! Whatever you celebrate, I hope the season is filled with quiet joys and with Light. May you be blessed with good health and peace in the new year. 💕🙏 Kim

Oh, yes, I'm "thankful" for winter. "Thankful" for our city's excellent sidewalk cleaning, you can see we're so pedestrian-friendly.     We had a messy snow/rain system move through yesterday, the results of which you can see above. I did go for an "EMT" (early morning trudge) yesterday, though, in spite of it, but did not go this morning. I did, however, pop down to the little nearby café for a tea latté and breakfast sandwich to go. If I'd realized how bad it was underfoot, I'd have stayed inside.   Oh, yes, how I just love winter! (Linda, if you're reading this, I'm being sarcastic in the extreme, because even though I try to make the best of it, I loathe winter with every fibre of my being. It feels like my soul/spirit shrivels up in winter, just waiting for warmth and new growth.)   Below: The partial view out my patio door yesterday afternoon. Gaahhhh! It's like January out there!      Now, as for the genuinely thank...

Gaahhh, we have FAR too much snow, FAR too early for this time of year! We've been spoiled in recent years, with snow, melt, snow, melt. How much of this will melt in a week or two is debatable, given we have more of the white stuff in the forecast this week.   It snowed all Saturday and Sunday, the pics below are from Saturday morning, on the way to my acupuncture appointment:     The pics weren't out in the wilderness (ha), but taken in the park across from our main mall and down the hill from one of the libraries. It's a lovely bit of green space amidst the apartment buildings, condos, businesses, and general bustle.   This morning, having slept a bit longer than normal, I forced my sluggish body into winter layers and out into the minus gazillion temperature, for an "EMT" (early morning trudge) rather than an EMW*   *copyright Angel Madi's mom   As long as it's not windy, and I'm sufficiently bundled up, it's quite lovely to be out so early, ...

Jake and George were waiting for their treats when I got home from my early morning walk. I can guess what they want for Christmas! 😆 Happy Friday! Have a great weekend! 

Every day on my early morning walks along one particular side street, I hear a robin singing his heart out like it's Spring. You know the song; I liken it to "here I am, ladies". I keep telling him he's got the wrong season, but so far he hasn't clued in. The other robins I hear aren't doing this; they seem to either know better or be less optimistic. (No pics from the walks, it's too dark.)   ***    Sunday the 23rd marked the 6th anniversary of Nicki's passing. I don't dwell on those hard days, as there's little point in focusing energy on the negative (there's enough of it in our world now as it is!). I believe Ann   had made the collage below, along with his remembrance graphics.    I had a love/hate relationship with Nicki, so I'd be lying if wrote that I miss all the constant trouble he got into for most of his life. But I do occasionally miss his energy (and he had a lot of energy!) as well as his happy purrs. He wasn't a lap...