Last week I wrapped up my contribution to the fall garden cleanup at home, backed up my computer, packed two completely separate bags and wardrobes, and flew to Toronto. Mississauga, actually. Even more actually, a hotel situated on a virtual island in the middle of the freeways and light industrial zones of the Mississauga-Toronto boundary.…
Since I last wrote, in spite of my stress-fractured foot, I have had a very pleasant summer. Sure there was a slight worry (understatement alert) because the bone scan FOR MY FOOT revealed an oddity on one of my RIBS. (“Oddity” is a euphemism for abnormality.) As a former breast cancer patient, there was good…
Remember, I said I had a sore foot? I now officially have a metatarsal-stress-fractured foot. In December I pulled an old pair of heavy stiff hiking boots out of a cupboard and decided to “wear them out” through the winter. Instead I wore out my foot by marching around mostly on concrete sidewalks for 50-70…
In order to challenge my still-wimpy foot, I set off with N to walk 10 km from Frenštát pod Radhoštĕm to Hukvaldy in the Czech Republic. The weather was dreary and dull with a high of 13 C, overcast skies, and occasional drops of rain. We each wore 2 pairs of lightweight pants, several layers…
The important news is that I have a sore foot. If you ask “why,” then you clearly did not read my last few posts in which I described my goal to walk 50 km/week in 2015 and my clomping around on hard sidewalks in old clunky hiking boots that I’ve now donated to the thrift…
I signed up for over-55 yoga at a recreation centre 6 km away, planning to get up at 6:30 on Thursdays and walk there for an 8 a.m. class. Today was the first class. This week my sister-in-law came to visit from 500 km away. She is close to my age and has decided she…
I’ve been thinking about posting, but decided “No one is interested in what little I have to say.” Then I say “Well, they don’t have to read.” So I will ramble on a little, mainly to say hello and Happy New Year. My blog address isn’t called “trite tales” for nothing. I am happily looking…
I’m enjoying Christmas these years with no young children around the house. That means I can do as much or as little (usually the latter) as I feel like in the third week of December. Any earlier would be rushing things. My sister once said, in response to my poor attitude, that she was surprised…
Seeing Clarely 