Sunday thoughts

Every once in a while I cook an elaborate breakfast. Today, it was French toast. With the last loaf of bread, almost no maple syrup, but plenty of cinnamon and a tiny sprinkle of sugar. And some peameal bacon ha.

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All the time

A recent visit by a friend with her daughter got us talking about how kids speak to people about certain topics. This one was about food, or more specifically, eating out at restaurants. Apparently her teen girl uses the expression “all the time” whenever she mentions restaurants she’s been to.

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Dramatic drama brought to you by puppy poop

Here’s the (not so) short version of what consumes my life at the moment:

Tucker at 10 weeks.

Also:

💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩

I slipped on the wet back porch, fell and landed in puppy poop this morning. He pooped on the deck, not on the grass. The deck is raised. We have to go down five steps to reach the lawn.

The maniac puppy can do this, navigate the steps. He does this every day a million times. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE FRICKIN’ WORLD.

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A wonderful afternoon and evening (for a change)

Last night I had a beer. 🍺

I had spent all afternoon tending to yard work in the front after schlepping soil and mulch home from Canadian Tire.

Here’s proof:

Dirty knees, not bruised. 🙂

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Beagle puppy (mis)adventures

On Sunday it will be two weeks we’ve had a puppy in this house.

I’m happy to report the house-breaking is coming along nicely. We are so lucky the weather is good; I just open the back door and let him out. Then I watch him like a hawk and as soon as he’s done I call him, praise him and give him a treat.

Tucker at 9 weeks.

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Some thoughts about Rilke, writers’ block and creativity

I read a book by Rainer Maria Rilke some time ago called Letters to a Young Poet.

There is a passage that I came across today that I feel the need to share here with you:

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.” (Rainer Maria Rilke)

There is much to take from this that is healing and helpful when you are feeling down or anxious, confused or depressed. Continue reading “Some thoughts about Rilke, writers’ block and creativity”