Yesterday we had a surprise visitor, a young lady from Animal Services. Now since the pandemic started we haven’t received many visitors. For some reason we didn’t think we were going to break out the sweet tea and cookies. She was very polite and asks to talk to the dog owner, how does someone own... Continue Reading →
Noise
This morning we took a walk down town. It didn’t take long to know this was going to be different from our usual walks in the park. Brandy still found lots to explore but we were missing the sounds of the trees and the songs of the birds. Instead we had cars rushing by, passing... Continue Reading →
disabilities have limitations and kindness still exists
Recently I was reminded that my disabilities have limitations and kindness still exists. There is a hiking trail in our area that is 45km/28 miles long that I have been obsessing over. I wanted to complete this trail with my dog Brandy, my 13 year old Black Labrador. We walk almost every morning as part... Continue Reading →
Chronic Pain
We have all experienced physical pain at some time. Stubbing a toe or catching a finger in a drawer just plain hurts. A well placed sliver or paper cut is no joke. Pain hurts, sorry Dalton but it really does. Most often when we experience an injury and there is pain, the pain subsides through... Continue Reading →
Exploring the Frosty Sunrise With Brandy
Sunrise this morning is at 7:30 AM, the temperature is -22°C and Brandy and I are heading out for our morning walk in the forest, our favorite place to explore. The air this morning is calm but there is a bit of a nip to it, it all feels a little crisp. There is a... Continue Reading →
On Your Birthday
Some time in 1990 the idea of you was conceived in our hearts. After eight years we thought you were lost to us. We prepared ourselves to never hold you in our arms. There were so many hurdles in our way. Medical tests and procedures and doctors appointments that left little hope of see our... Continue Reading →
Who Are These People?
For three days, maybe more, I have woken with this story/ poem. I’m not sure what it’s supposed to be. Time and life seemed to prevent me from starting it or maybe the story just wasn’t ready to be told.
Memory Loss, Living in Loneliness
There is a loneliness to memory loss.