At the end of the day today, when work is finished and I am back home, I am going to kick off these shoes which hurt my feet even though they are Romikas and cost a fortune 10 years ago. Every now and then I forget and put them on (they’re still practically brand new… Continue reading Just Write {7} Two pairs of boots
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what early retirement means to me
“You think you can. You think you can’t. Either way you’re right.” I came upon this quote on Tamara Reddy’s blog, Early Retirement Journey and it jumped right off the page at me. I’ve been feeling some trepidation lately…worries that the small budget we’ve set for ourselves won’t be adequate, worried that I will be… Continue reading what early retirement means to me
Bellydance after Retirement: the beginnings of a plan!
I have been pondering my upcoming retirement and what I want it to look like. Who do I want to be? What do I want to do? Ironically, it was my illness that gave me the opportunity to examine these questions. It was a devastating time for me. For a while, I couldn’t even… Continue reading Bellydance after Retirement: the beginnings of a plan!
Walking in Whitehorse: the Millennium Trail
Take a walk with me today! The Millennium Trail is my favourite Whitehorse walk. Starting at the S.S. Klondike, it follows the Yukon River in a 5 km loop, crossing the river at the Whitehorse Dam. It takes about an hour to walk the dog, depending on how active the “pee-mail” message boards are. 🙂… Continue reading Walking in Whitehorse: the Millennium Trail
Sewing a Hexagon Quilt
There hasn’t been much in the way of quilty stuff on my blog lately. Probably because I’m living out at the lake right now, and no electricity equals no sewing machine. But I wouldn’t let that stop me, eh? My friend Melissa had sent me a little care package containing (among… Continue reading Sewing a Hexagon Quilt
Just Write {6} The Hallmark of Summer’s End
Driving in to work this morning down the wilderness highway from Fox Lake we pass the first clusters of school children standing in the clear morning light at the ends of long driveways waiting for the first glimpse of the yellow school bus to appear on the horizon. Tendrils and wisps of fog rise from… Continue reading Just Write {6} The Hallmark of Summer’s End