To Catch a Thief

Is there anything more delicious than lightly salted pistachios?

I admit, I am addicted.

I love most nuts and finding pistachios shelled is heaven.

The slight touch of salt is perfect. Continue reading “To Catch a Thief”

At the end of another day

While  my daughter-in-law was fighting for her life, my life was on hold.

For over for three years.

I could not commit to anything.

I was always ready to help when needed.

Now that she has passed, I have the freedom to plan a trip, enroll in a course…fun things.

But, I have no energy and very little interest.

~Photo Keenan Constance, http://www.pexels.com~

 

Life is out of focus.

I know that this will pass.

But, for now I am in the throes of making it through each day.

I am walking and walking and walking.

I am working at my job.

I do yoga most days.

I try to meditate but with little success so I listen to classical music.

I cook dishes that require lots of dicing and slicing.

I clean out closets and drawers.

I am treading water waiting for my energy to return.

Treading water doesn’t move me closer to shore but it beats sinking.

Am I treading or flailing about?

Note to self. Not very well-written. I will do better when my feet touch bottom and I can stumble to shore.

Tuesday, 9.24.2019

Hello friends,

I am currently the daily caretaker for my terminally-ill daughter in law.

She is at home in hospice care.

Our days go on mostly unchanged.

~Photo pexels.com pixabay~

Continue reading “Tuesday, 9.24.2019”

Soup du Jour?

 

~Photo Lori Greer in Portland~

This sign outside a restaurant in Whistler B.C made me laugh.

But, I think I will pass…

Although I do drink wine I find myself leaning more and more to sparkling water.

It’s cheaper, fewer calories and doesn’t alter my mood. Continue reading “Soup du Jour?”

The American Way…

Before we had children, my husband and I argued about emigrating to Canada.

I did not want to raise my children in the U.S. in the 1980s because I did not like our military industrial culture.

That was before the mass shootings and outrageously expensive health care came on the scene.  Continue reading “The American Way…”

Kids and a dog…

`Photo Lori Greer in Portland~

Magic on a sunny afternoon.

Kids by the local ice cream store Salt & Straw.

My dog Ginny being petted and fussed over by these little kids.

Notice where her attention is fixed.

A sweet moment that made me smile.

I hope it does the same for you.

Lori

 

 

Should I worry?

 

~Photo Lori Greer in Portland July 2019~

A lawyer for Mr. Ngo, Harmeet K. Dhillon, did not respond to messages seeking comment, but called out on Twitter to “Antifa criminals” whom she said “I plan to sue into oblivion and then sow salt into their yoga studios and avocado toast stands until nothing grows there, not even the glimmer of a violent criminal conspiracy aided by the effete impotence of a cowed city government.”   In Portland, a Punch and a Milkshake Rumor Feed a Fresh Round of Police Criticism

It’s so easy to stereotype, to label and to make bold and aggressive statements.

I practice yoga and I eat avocado toast.

I work.  I listen.  I pay taxes.  I vote.

I don’t know everything but I do know that there are at least two sides to every story and sometimes what may appear as obvious is not.

 

 

A World Worthy of Its Children

~Photo Juan Pablo Arenas http://www.pexels.com~

“You must all work – we must all work
to make this world worthy of its children.”  Pablo Casals Continue reading “A World Worthy of Its Children”

Parking fail but not mine!

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~Photo Lori Greer in Portland June 2019~

Seeing this parked car made me laugh out loud.

I could see me parking over the line with a car of this length.

Parallel parking is not a preferred activity especially on a busy street in downtown Portland!

I especially hate it when lots of people are watching me.

“Woman driver”  I can hear them muttering.  Continue reading “Parking fail but not mine!”

This too shall pass

I used to become annoyed when older people would respond to my lamentations about a problem with the comment “This too shall pass.”

I felt that they were making light of something that was important and possibly earth-shattering.

I felt as though they did not care.

I felt dismissed.

I felt unheard.

I felt angry.

~Photo http://www.pexels.com/Engin Akyurt~

Continue reading “This too shall pass”