I have not written for a few months because I feel a bit lost these days. Mostly grey days without the promise of an early spring trip to Oaxaca. Monsieur and I have enjoyed the wide assortment of birds that visit our balcony. Juncos, chickadees, flickers, tits, and a downy woodpecker are our daily guests. They enjoy the seed bells and suet that we buy from a local store.
The parking lot gardens are showing signs of life.
This winter has been a time of many losses. A friend's husband, a family friend and a neighbour have died since Christmas. Cancer, old age and dementia...endings. Live seems fragile and uncertain. At our church, the Music Director has resigned and the Minister has announced her intention to retire. I wonder if the loss of opportunities to interact with the congregation has disheartened them.
I have decided that I miss schools and children. I have returned to work on a limited availability basis. I teach wearing a mask and I eat my lunch alone in the classroom when the children are playing outside. My mother may have an operation in February so I will have to take some weeks off.
Nine years ago, I arrived in Paris to live one of my dreams. (photo taken with my iPod)
I have just celebrated my 69th birthday. As my Nana used to say, "I am in my 70th year." So much has changed in the last decade of my life! Since my retirement, my life has been filled with adventures. During the first 4 years, I was hardly home! The old adage "go go, slow go, no go" comes to mind. Circumstances over which we have no control, can curtail our activities.
Even on a grey January day, I enjoy reading an interesting book, watching as feathery friends devour the suet, streaming a mystery or cooking a pasta dinner for my husband.
I'm still buying books from independent book-sellers and sharing them with friends. Unfortunately, I don't see friends (even outside) very often. I have giant piles of books on my desk.
My favourite book that I have read recently is: Olive Again
My favourite recipe that I have cooked is: Brussels sprouts with gnocchis, parmesan and bacon.
My favourite streaming (addiction) is : Silent Witness (especially the older seasons with Amanda Burton).
My favourite dream is that: In 2022, Covid-19 and all variants will have vanished and my daughter and I can travel to Europe.
Courage to me means ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life-not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living. A sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things...My courage is faith-faith in the eternal resilience of me-that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does, I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high, and my eyes wide
F. Scott Fitzgerald