Tag Archives: Saturday

TRYING – day 199 in a year of…

Day 199, February 11, 2017 @3:56 pm I love trying, making efforts to have a better day, to be kinder and more compassionate, to talk less and listen more, to be more active and less sedentary. I love trying to … Continue reading

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AN EXTRA CUP OF TEA – Day 71 in a year of…

Day 71, October 1, 2016 @9:56 What is it about tea and me?  What is it about that cup of brew that brings so much pleasure and comfort?  Is it the pause it offers me – the time to put … Continue reading

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SATURDAY IN FRANCE

It’s Saturday morning in La Celle-Sous-Chantermerle. The sun is shining brightly. I have been to the market with our hostess while Rod is out bicycling with the men. I am tap, tapping on my iPhone, getting proficient, doing almost everything … Continue reading

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COME SATURDAY

Today is one of those perfect, perfect Saturdays.  I hear the Sandpipers song, Come Saturday Morning in my head. “Come Saturday morning I’m going away with my friend We’ll Saturday-spend to the end of the day Just I and my … Continue reading

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SATURDAY JOY

Oh, today was so loverly!  The sun was shining and the skies so blue.   We sashayed into the park with our heads held high and tails wagging.  What beauty and joy laid before us! Let us not waste time … Continue reading

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SATURDAY MORNING COMING DOWN

It’s Saturday morning, grey and overcast.  No sun yet.  It evokes in me feelings from the song, Sunday Morning Coming Down – nostalgia and hung over, feelings of  a misspent youth, and memories of early university days. Yes, those days … Continue reading

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SATURDAY

Saturday.  The laundry is washed, dried, folded and put away.  My bread is in the oven.  Sheba is underfoot, of course.  I send her out with a bone.  She is happy.  Life does not need to be hard. That is … Continue reading

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