A wobbly winter arrival

It’s not officially winter but we’re getting a mixed bag of weather. 

The past couple of months have been packed with school work, volunteer activities, day job responsibilities and a few social engagements peppered in.

Oak leaves reaching from the fallen snow

I recently reached a milestone, success in knowing I have a handle on anxieties, social events and relationships, knowing when to participate and when to politely leave.

Although I have already put up colourful lights in windows and on the wee Christmas tree, I feel sorrow for the fate of the world around me. I have accepted knowing which battles to fight and when to concede, to regenerate and move on.

A wintry path in November, a fork in the road

One recent writing attempt dwells at the Deep Blonde Thoughts blog, where I struggle with homework for a difficult topic about the environment and am recovering from an early winter cold.

The homework monitor keeps me on track

 

Miss Geneva is getting wobbly with her litter box dooties, not quite making it all inside.  It’s cute but pathetic that she thinks having her front paws in the box is sufficient. Good think for that puppy pee pad underneath!

The final nap on the futon before they took it away

She still likes tummy rubs and pats when she settles beside me on the recliner, half of which she has now claimed as her own. One of my offspring had the nerve to take her futon when he retrieved his furniture from the apartment for a move to the big city.

Thanks for dropping by. Soon the daylight will stay longer and my outlook will be brighter.

What are you working on these days?

T

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