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mystery bag: an assortment of this n’ that

Now that the rhododendrons are threatening to pop open, I’m thinking how nice it would be to throw a brunch party — just like this — (well maybe for us ‘more mature’ gals)  just because, or maybe to celebrate something or another — spring perhaps. The other day I made enough homemade baked beans that, […]

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As Mrs. Ali said to the Major …

“I am to be converted to the joys of knitting,’ said Mrs. Ali, smiling at the Major. ‘My condolences,’ he said.” — Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand: A Novel “The information is now in your hands for you to enjoy in the way that suits you best. Learn it all, or learn a little […]

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From soft winds to movie night

I can’t help but think of this quote when I see Pearl’s contented look and how the wind is ruffling her hair, “And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”~ Kahlil Gibran. Not wanting to bore you all with my knitting, but […]

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Knittin’ Cookin’ and Olympic-watching

Life is so good. I’m recovering so well, though not entirely, from a stroke. My son flew in to spend four glorious days visiting. I finished another knitting project — a lovely cowl for my oldest granddaughter – the pattern is called Three-Turn (a skating term so it’s quite apt that I knit it while […]

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A New Favourite Thing

“If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~ Shel Silverstein As you know I’m learning to knit as part of […]

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Currently . . .

digging (as in liking): learning how to knit as part of my therapy to work on fine motor skills listening: invigorated by Il Volo (Granada, Un Amore Cosi Grande) reading:  since I still can’t concentrate enough nor comprehend when reading a novel, for now I’m content to read poetry from Ocean by Sue Goyette feeling: easily fatigued, but alive! weather: unusually dry […]

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