Blog birthday

 It’s almost the blog’s birthday. I lost count of how many years it’s been. It’s been one heck of a ride. The most consistent endeavor I’ve ever undertaken. So in honor of a big day tomorrow, I’m going to celebrate. How you ask. Checking the mailbox for snail mail and a handful of candy corn. Thank you for stopping by here each day to cheer me on. I may never meet you in real life, but I’m so grateful for your love and support. 

Some of my favorite things on this almost blog birthday. 

Meeting you all

Finding pieces of myself each day

Stretching this writing gene


Some facts about me

I love thrifting

Sweet over savory most days

I enjoy Diet Coke

I love walking into the drugstore, and checking out new lip balms

I can never have too many stamps to send happy mail

Iced coffee over hot coffee for me

I love a good salad

I love to reread my favorite books



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Easter

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Stewart prepared a special Easter Sunday dinner. The Lamb of God was on the menu with roasted potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, leeks, carrots, parsnips and peas. For dessert, Shirley had followed the vegan sticky toffee pudding recipe in the first "Bosh!" cook book  and all was good. Earlier there had been an Easter egg hunt for the little ones and then we all went off to a Sheffield museum that I had not visited in many years - The Emergency Services Museum at West Bar. Greatly improved and still run by volunteers, it was a perfect excursion for all of us and we finished up in the museum's little cafe enjoying a light lunch. We had seen police cars, ambulances, fire engines and even a redundant lifeboat called "City of Sheffield". We all enjoyed the visit. As you might imagine, I will be coming back to this museum in a future post. On the way there,  the roads had been blocked off near Sheffield Children's Hospital as 750 motorcyclists arrived at Weston P...
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Today

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The view from Simon's back yard. It takes an hour and a half to travel to the village where I was born and raised. Today, Shirley came with me and saw my brother Simon for the first time since August 2019. As a nurse for more than forty years, she was not daunted by his changed appearance. With the cancer and everything he has become a bag of bones. So painfully thin - like a malnourished prisoner working on the Burma railway under Japanese supervision.  Wasting away. We stayed all afternoon.  Shirley had his washing machine on and we changed his bedding. I had bought a new fitted sheet, duvet cover and pillowcases from Tesco. Shirley said that his old bedding was "disgusting".  We brought tins of mushroom soup and cans of "Fanta" and "Coke" and some pots of chocolate mousse plus a couple of pints of milk. They were received with zero gratitude. In fact, he insisted that six cans of soup was far too many. I encouraged him to have a bath while...
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